Witnessed uprooting : ritual in the piracy of night bare your sinning skin-suit unhuman-you your human right time fled along ebrius when i witnessed your trespass your violation you uprooting the root in the rivalry of the night
up upon the morning you raise your muzzle blighted turn your unprocessed head to retrieve social frequency tune in to the light cold dew on a damaged lawn you collect your togs your paraphernalia and pick your way tender: a rejoining propulsion toward the convulsive city to bed yourself beneath its quickening day hungover in selfish wit
"At dawn the dews of Heaven dry away: The seeds of Hell are sown again today." - Issa