The Armored Hearse

Prayers descend like acid rain from oligarch-soaked manchurians, stumping for elected office, praising hybrid demigods, passing out vouchers to the peasants. A slow rumbling- part of the night-sounds-of-curfew; descends like fire ants. Cleaners of the guilt, hidden in plain faith, unable or unwilling to walk, feign blindness, darkness helps. Cellphone towers only reflect scripted light, as memories of real sunshine, fade to black. A good cup of coffee is hard to find, all the fine beans were swept away early on, replaced by dancing bears, politely ignored. Thunderclouds, imagined in shapes of our founding fathers, encourage the deluge, slowly ascending. Underground- a grim band-of-believers watch (again) a pirated tape of their favorite '80's movie, 'They Live' from the fabled city called the new capital in 'The Postman' Minneapolis.. while the tormented sounds of- plows scraping overhead, and hydrants, bellys full, feeding power washers, cascade over hardened faces. 05/11/14 minneapolis © All Rights Reserved