I live with the stains
Past mistakes
On my conscience
And even now bleed
With the greed
Of my prophets
Not lost yet
Though searching
Sustaining
Pursuit
Of the purses
Of suits
And laborious
Fruits
For recursive
Reversion
Reflective
Reboots
Institutions
Mishandled
Dismantled
Since youth
But from root
To rerouting
My satellite orbited
All the exorbitant kingdoms
Deforested
Vastly too much
Of the natural
Progression
Made their own
Built their home
Price this possession
On value
Inherently
Lacking the man
To put into effect
An economy plan
Should the whole
Hulking edifice
Green in its gills
Let the market consume him
And claim what he kills