who sees this light
shines bright through the oil-slick film
we catch angel wings
but not the grim attached
there are dancers in our eyes
miss the rotting feet
treading us
down
down
down
white whispers a blind fog
while black ever presses
always presses
against holy woven web
holding back the flood
they see the ladder climbed
but the rungs sink
one
after
another
cyber-gleam is false
circuit-strung jewels
draped on the dead
progress masks bloodthirst
while bread and circuses rule
"SHOW US PAIN!"
"SHOW US INSANE!"
"SHOW US THE WRETCHED!"
"BUT NOT OUR SOUL STAIN!"
we have Rome in our hearts
but the senate crumbles
and hope stumbles
over faith in the power of flesh
save us Lord
we are the Huns
and we knock at our own door
press back the night
storm-watch the rising waters
for in the choice of fight or flight
I close my eyes in dread
of the expected, saddening sight:
a billion, billion souls
surprised by death through self-reliance
sinking into eternity
fading SOS cries
blending into a radio background –
cold
and
gone
Harnessing Chaos 