by the time the warnings come around
my eyes are hollows,
troops move in,
reverse the sky,
family, friends,
with knives in their backs,
I can feel the unwinding,
posters stuck on every pole & wall
of some killer posing as a god,
survivors pay for the privilege
of being in their own bodies,
then comes efficiencies & lies
& death to great wildness
as we all hold our tongues
or shove bloody fingers down
where our tongues used to be
WELCOME TO YOUR SAVIORS
John Grey