Sometimes I think
and I’m not too proud
of how the No Man’s Land makes it so dull
on the surface and swept.
Hear me out, it gets better,
and I swear you couldn’t make this shit up.
I heard them talk about pre-apocalyptic castration before
the ebb and roar of a flow-like sound, a lung bought in cash,
an asthma drug and Ritalin that you can snort.
Mother – Land – Land – Mother – Adopted
on this ground, fetched to the hounds
and killed unwittingly.
Sometimes I think, and this is too much.
if there’s a god, please, dial it down a notch.