What power’s in the craft of self-destruction
Debased by something soft as sympathy?
What audacity's in that expression
But begging to be recalled beyond a crumpled chassis;
For redemption that lives through mockery –
A natural disaster is my name

For impotence, a gripping horror;
Inexorably image-perverting, like ashes
Of the ******* ancient in Pompeii –
There are no do-overs for *******.

“Don’t make fun of my night out.”