frock coated mourners all men
standing on the roof tops
while a silver haired woman
speaks through a megaphone
with a Calvinistic zeal
though her voice is lost
in the howling wind
smile unsmiling smiles
terracotta soldiers stand
in rows around this
grotesque assembly
while large disembodied heads
at the beginnings of thoroughfares
impede any progress
sinister flags smirk from
countless one roomed wooden houses
the terracotta soldiers laugh
for they know they are but dust
then the high frocked coated
male mourners smile unsmiling smiles
and say to us
"the future we bequeath to you"
there is a lifeboat in the street
but no water
we sob...sob...sob....sob
for there is no future
the birds all fly away
no future just an unknown place
determined only by the mediocrity
of its frothing melancholy
what have they done
jesus what have they done
Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 9:40 AM UTC
frock coated mourners all men
standing on the roof tops
while a silver haired woman
speaks through a megaphone
with a Calvinistic zeal
though her voice is lost
in the howling wind
smile unsmiling smiles
terracotta soldiers stand
in rows around this
grotesque assembly
while large disembodied heads
at the beginnings of thoroughfares
impede any progress
sinister flags smirk from
countless one roomed wooden houses
the terracotta soldiers laugh
for they know they are but dust
then the high frocked coated
male mourners smile unsmiling smiles
and say to us
"the future we bequeath to you"
there is a lifeboat in the street
but no water
we sob...sob...sob....sob
for there is no future
the birds all fly away
no future just an unknown place
determined only by the mediocrity
of its frothing melancholy
what have they done
jesus what have they done
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