One of Them

One of them I managed to avoid this existence For quite some time I alleviated freedom from the Comeuppance no one cared to explain I placed my soul into the Bosom of filth and grind All for the fulfillment of Those who care not All for the preservation of All that cannot Yet this rote-flavored chivalry Confounds all light that Dares to pierce the shaven meadow Blankets warm from certainty Bubbling over into stranded froth Means The mechanical standard bearers Which uplift us against the will of men This man And chortle, they will, in the end Because there's nothing left to say. (5/3/10)