Brief Yet Common Encounters Pt. II

Stage rose to the coach,
Trouble with flies is they
Never know when to keep still-
Pumped full up of automobile dust and Neon lights and blank stares and

There goes the inaudible tick
The wings of minutia passing us by.

There goes the dusk spattering,
Feral men cordoned by beasts- 
The great epée of thorn branding
The early light summoned,

Wounded obelisks of strength and Immortality brandishing the dagger 
That built Her Earth. Before the sirens
Rang beyond the crepuscular fortnight,

Deep valleys of arid central hills 
Attempting to rise to the day 
And show compassion to the Underprivileged.