Valley of the Charred
In these vertical-eyed times
you've got to move like a cat
atop a shelf of Tiffany glass
can't release your hobbled mind
stay within thinning, spinning lines
stay so very silent or be chastised.
Choking on two-legged fat cats
politically correct fat rats
truth be damned
truth be damned
sooner or later something will give way
man will shiver in dogged summer days.
After the blast and mushroom fire
surely we'll dwell in sewer pipe time
with eyeless things and broken glass rind
foraging for yesterday's brightness
in the valley of charred souls and time.
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