The bodies in the crowd
Merged with the lit darkness
Youth in revolt against life
Amusement in the black woods
Fastening wings to serpents
Clumsy in all sexuality
******* smoke like they
Do in the old movies
Enemies using weapons of confusion
Vultures with Venetian masks
Taking fruit, ignoring the root
Trying to solve non-existent problems
The sounds of stigmata on the ears
Holy fools ripening like corn
Hobby turns into weapon
It’s the end of the world
When there’s nobody to blame
Holding signs that say
‘Tip me for existing’