behold the fearful marching home
“beware you are the constable”
create the enigmatic folds
to eliminate the robotic flies
paint the past with lightning bolts
and enter this life with future signs
raise the stillborn alien forms
let them cultivate a plastic heart
a box with which we persevere
a wall that traps the insincere
a cancer of mediocrity
a vial of subhuman clay
stave the forceful and forlorn
whittle down the circle’s edge
buried in sand and in defeat
read the words sewn into skin
through sheets of silence we will survive
but through sheets of romance we will die
raise the stillborn alien forms
let them cultivate a plastic heart
unwind the flying frozen birds
release the keys that lock the mind
into the garden the fearful march
and one by one they fill the grave
“beware you are the constable”
be where you are when you are not here
