Atop the apex the air it's volatile and restless,
below me sideshows sell out
and balloon hurricanes guided by carnival tunes
attract the masses
like the faithful dead responding to live bait
always hungry and eager to devour the living
Blood red visions in neon light,
black asphalt torrents brimming with metal,
fumes of toxic gas and the slow exhalations of breath squandered,
meandering wildly and vividly through mazes of the human condition,
ending abruptly at the end of a heartbeat
the crows have all been gathered
their black beaks cackling an endless wave of torment
they come for harvest time
the dead have sown
and now they reap the living
They convulse as their words convolute
contract and expand, out of the box into the wastelands
then, finally they roll over
their lifeless eyes towards the sky they never saw
as drops of rain begin to fall
Shallow remnants of undropped tears
the heavens weep as the ground swallows
body after body after body after body
single file, single pile
an uncanny resemblance, rapid transit, exit: forever
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