We excavate the graves of those who weep
from the crevices and wormholes mottled
within our sand-clotted empires
Black blood brewing deep beneath the
sedentary factions of human desire
The igneous truth, ignorant sedimentary
elemental contraries to
the science,
fiction.
Pioneering frontiers for native engineering
biopiracy,
and privacy endearing,
in contract without a touch of social contact
diplomatic scriptures locked and loaded for emergency dispatch
dial 911 to remind us of how we’ve all been foiled.
Shame isn’t the right conjecture,
rather a confectionary gesture to
dispute the ordinary brood
Embedded within American soil
a million souls are desecrated
unearthed by carrion men
lifting for a beak of bone
Only the ancients feel for
the open reservoirs, spilled
onto a claybed
No sacrificial reasoning,
no artificiality or officiation of meaning
only remembrances thrown into fire
Desist detainment over blame and
wind up like prophetic toys
a convergence of tragedy
with rivers like dried up veins,
harshed with the mellows of sickness, drains
Democracy cries for habeous corpeous
but what kinds of heros are raised
upon the ruins of innocent corpses?
Justice just is not enough.
With friction miasma full in our lungs,
Our kindom incarnate a despotic requiem
waving feathered banners against
a fallen winter Sun
underbrood 