All around,
Commoners Crow,
As above,
So below.

Benches full,
Some shout
And rave,
Few devout.

They clamber,
Push past
Each other
Words crass.

It spins.
We watch.
As words slip,
Now botched.

What next?
Crowds call.
Hammers down
Once more.

The same.
Over there.
They grin.
We bare.