Chaos, oh Chaos
May you bloom in the midst of summer
As a carnivorous flower

I would burn to see you
to see you catch fire
I would perish to see you

To see you melt our concrete hives
and our asphalt gardens
Would that your petals soar
would that your pollen melt
and your stem detach.

A nebula risen from the mud,
infused with anger and grafted with hatred.
May your desperation feed your flame
that its magnificence would grow and fulminate.
Finally to explode
and consume this miserable plantation
where order is farmed and harvested
like a common fruit.