Courteous, the Self, Superfluous, the State
Vestiges will linger while we pace and wait.
Generations died before the serfs were made to kiss the wheel,
Strap their twisted backs upon the clock and hammer glowing steel.
Slowly we'll relearn the right to sleep in late,
Why Your Cities Burn
“Because the heavy fist of terror was always there in your pocket even when you smiled. Because you went forth to battle beneath the shameful flag of compromise and played The Battle Hymn of the Republic but never John Brown’s Body.”
Workers Elegy
We swallow antibiotics as indiscriminate as our pesticides
And vote which color to paint our bombs.
The New Sun
For empires crumble as I’ve been told, and in the rib-caged wreckage of gray leviathans I may glimpse some hint of the blueprint of this shared corruption. I may come to comprehend why I could never mend my own desolation. I may erase my station. - From Christopher Scott Thompson
Wage-Slave in the Wasteland
The fisher king was never healed, they never meant for us to heal him. They only meant to conceal what we’d been fed, so they concealed him.