So it's come to this; all virtues a-rusting
Grotesque form reforming
Rain-stained walls adoring, as they swarm along their pipelines
The air's all diesel and Dal Bhat, murmurs and muttering
This places needs sheep like a hospital needs the sick
Perpetual purging, but it keeps things ticking over
Scrambling over so much priveleged rubble
The caustic hangover of our shame-ridden yesterdays
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The key's in your clock, burnished firebox, and wound
Strike while the iron is shod, hour after hour they plod
Oscillations profuse - into the clamour they sound
All tarred and feathered and set alight
Restless giants
Sodden steps in the dusk
And the klaxon resounds in their charred, scattered husks
I built my scaffold about the crux of matter
Imbruing red in old sand paper
Just scrape off the sin and eat what's left, darling!
Feed the flesh
Feed the flame
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Drive the swine of Gergasa into the bitter waves under
The frenzied mule to scavenge
Infirm, decrepit beggars
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The rivers are swallowing their own tongues again
Gagged with the overripe and spoiling
Their years, drawn up from the potential well
With a gurgling like melting wax cylinder
Such triviality!
Such inconsequence!
What are the Polybotean to God?
Organic chains without pretence
Carbon murderous, soot-feathered and ripe
A dwelling for the void of vision
Vapid and finger-pointing, more propagation than gestation
A sad finale, played off-key
Cruel vaudeville, for sure