Spiraling down into heaps, ragged and gray, cracked crockpot hip sway How many times a day do the flies find dead lips Violence equips violence, self perpetuated static hate Powers of state observed through grates, through threadbare shirts as they disintegrate Inflating the lie, runflat tires crushing thighs, for his mom he cries How do your eyes hold dripping pitchers back, how much empathy do you lack? Another body in another sack, probably shot multiple times in the back Every corner and crack, possibility of attack, push it back daily Thoughts in a melee, trading our rights for false safety Splitting pennies like atoms, copper holocaust, entomb our species in plastic, carelessly tossed Dripping crowns of white phosphorus, the loss is lost on us Leaning less, standing lone, taking photos of bleached, dry, bone Keeping flowers company in their lonely limestone home Amongst screaming junipers, with eviscerating tones, I found no true companion, alone alone alone