When the taillights of the fleeting city leap
And blink away one by one
The gas pummels out of the exhaustion tip
Trailing behind their sight, the men run
The past we amended cannot be undone
And the dirty lanes, the destitute,
the highways, the chauffeurs,
the meat cleavers, the prostitute,
the skyscrapers, the entrepreneurs,
the kitchen moles and the crumbs they stole
They all pulverize
Into tinderboxes and shooting stars
The chaotic and painful beauty of life like parchments roll
away under the table; and one smiling face
One smiling face supersize,
And behind her brown eyes
The Helius and the nebulae
The stillborn babies utter killing outcries
Behind frozen dead lambs one deceiving summer lies,
And a lonely street boy's sweat beads are sworn
The past we amended cannot be undone.
