Gangrenous is our sense of society, everyone knows
what is wrong can’t be spoken
because all we have is a sense of it, the sinister
in every smile, watch out, young man, watch out you’ll crack
thumper him on the head, down to a standing eight
count at least, a wallet richer
inspecting the contents, shattered by emptiness
cracking a ribcage with no facial feeling
just because you had a bad day, the dark of it
which spread from the knowing it could happen
someday into the world was born, hoofbeats patter
through the window from the street.
Perhaps is his name and he broke
free in the market, spreading the stench of war
unspoken, my neighbors fear my skin
as well, causing shouting at town halls
message boards full of misspelled capitals
exclamation points and question marks, all meaning
nothing at all important, but the electric mania
is what I call it, as well as the beginning of the end
possibly should things continue the way they are.
