if we embrace tonight will i lose my arms?
with my pencils sharpened will the children cry and starve?
soft smiles, arms wide, and sheets that smell of bleach
apples procured for the hopes of something sweet
but i don’t know, no i know not
what other stranded beings could possibly shed light on
like a confab, tete a tete sad
excuse for an exit stance
forget it all
my open hearse
now they’re shaking down all that’s left
oils & lead that fill the coffins
the burning of the candles, the slamming of the cell
the pitch of the cross and the march of the ill
come all- choke, cough, suffer, fight, endure and scream
infrastructures demolished still held by the seams
watch and wallow from the fragile corporate pocket
the sheet, the judge, the metals and the kids racing down assembly lines
towards the fire and their maker
here it comes, the banshee’s next undertaking
now they’re shaking down all that’s left
oils & lead that fill the coffins
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