The March Of The Elephants
The cistern burns
with the sisters who learn
that certainty burns with a fist
the cyst of this growth is a hope
(against hope)
that I loathe, and steel my self to resist.
I am an animal, unprepared.
A club in a drawer full of silverware,
Iâ"š¬â"ž¢m under there and breathily holding.
Her underwear is deserving a scolding.
Disgrace is the color of red that youâ"š¬â"ž¢re looking for.
Iâ"š¬â"ž¢ll be wearing that working convenience store.
Oh.
Fuck all the garbage in unforgiving piles.
The landfills stretch out for ten thousand miles.
The cities wear a badge that differentiates
but itâ"š¬â"ž¢s the same exact shit that the dirt and sea hate.
I am an animal, unprepared.