Static notions bleed out

Percussive memory shift this

Ancestral longing for justice

In the market of unfulfilled needs

My children go begging, stained with grease

Subsisting on trash how it horrifies

Open eyes, festering lies are open wounds

Closed too soon, the pus pours

Fly festooned, maybe you’d rather

Ignore first ask father, hurry on

I prefer to linger, fist melt to fingers

Breath frost frozen mouth sense lost

Push this farther, contradict collapse carnage

Storm drain of hope sick water shed

Austerity argument holds none

Babylon can’t explain away

Sense grips arachnid, expectation matrix vertigo

Net empty null an infinity of zeros is wealth

Clinging dewdrops transformed jewels

Tremble in the wake of our tiny footsteps