Snicker at this “free country
Stretching suffering
Across shanties
Cannibals
In dilapidated kingdom
But It’s
Corporate heads
cremating the flesh
Peppering grains
In nine course meals
Of the future
From seeds planted
By hard as hooves
Leather hands
The same hands
that are steady all through
the nation’s adolescent
temper tantrum
boys aren’t fans of toys
they’d rather play with knives
The children must be appeased
They will make vogue gloves
Out of his palm
Earrings out of sagging genitals
Of mutilated martyrs
The messiahs mashed into wine
Like grapes under calloused heel
