hang futile objects
and applaud the bursting of their vessels
nod with approval their reddening eyes
as life is drained and colour destroyed
clear blue or jade
now messed up and strained
burst screaming out of the skull
commend the death of things
that we,
the sitters of chariots
the masters of dogs
the burners of oil
have no use for
that we,
who redesigned nature
can not benefit from
we,
who for ourselves
exist
and conduct the orchestra of an axel´s
turn
Feb 17, 2019
Feb 17, 2019 at 6:16 PM UTC
hang futile objects
and applaud the bursting of their vessels
nod with approval their reddening eyes
as life is drained and colour destroyed
clear blue or jade
now messed up and strained
burst screaming out of the skull
commend the death of things
that we,
the sitters of chariots
the masters of dogs
the burners of oil
have no use for
that we,
who redesigned nature
can not benefit from
we,
who for ourselves
exist
and conduct the orchestra of an axel´s
turn
