Orders

A human intervention

A bent metal propeller

Sidestep the reality

And dig into the mawkish mud

Concealed from policing rains

The shouts are a muffled pindrop

 The snakes rattle in ardor

Echoing through ear-splitting silence

Kill the sound of their muddied squelch

Kill the bite of their wretched scent

Kill the thought of guilt deserved

Kill the idea that humans once were

I fall to my knees, lachrymose

But my body stays standing

Stumble into the night

‘Continue your orders’

Golden brown skin

A jacket that isn’t mine

Bejeweled and festooned

Placental mush