In the pale beyond the moon fossilized predators bay, while stone footprints lead us nowhere. We slide across meridians, masked as silent shadows, some run with wolves and sometimes vanish others are mummified soon after they're born. Lost souls, stray cats, fleas on the backs of ubiquitous rats, we flail ourselves with twisted hangers sounding discordant notes.
Tattooed our blood rituals finalized we peel ourselves from the edge living knife sharp against the violence always flaring. Beat up junk, reeking of smoke the cruelty of it all and yet we reveal nothing,
Lionesque leaders stalk jabbing their claws, partaking in torture, now we are random prey; no tower of control or greetings are chorused, as we move alone or in pairs conversing only in signs and signals. We align our sites on the bullet's trajectory, superimposing ourselves on our enemy's vision, Like demons spreading disease and infection we fight until we die, or defiantly dance in the bloodlust of future freedom.
Idols turned clay, the universe erupting what do we make of it all?
Nullified regions under siege and still they fight, don't they know that we're all dying?