2009
09.23

Atop manufactured podiums
Of Decadence; Descending
Refracting the ever present
Evils that live in
Everyone into one
Hot point
On Anthills.

On appendages
Proclaimed,
By the conscious mind, diseased,
During the coup from nervous
Tyranny.

Review, then.
Inspect the lens
Check for cracks
Be ready to tilt,
to angle, to lift.

But

The fire they seek comes not from the sun
Distrust in the meek and melted lead for their guns
Show frighten many, inspiring some
Though hasty and cruelly enlightening none.

Though hasty and cruelly enlightening none.


© Bryce Navin, 2009
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