Recording a fall

There is an emptiness inside me

a hunger for a different kind of sustenance

I'm sick of sweets and processed meat, I want clarity, water and wheat

I'm sifting the flour for specks of power the

truth is a burning building and water pours from the veins of those who came to watch it fall

Sometimes I feel like a sore thumb stuck out on the side of the road but no cars come to pass the mass of sheep bray and shove me the wrong way back onto the plastic grass
politicians roaming past with mouths foaming greedy devils in mardi gras masks
selling fear out of shopping bags like doomsayers
to numb dumb humans with tv fumes useless celebrity ‘news’
but when it starts when the oil rigs fall apart it’s all profit and no heart

I can’t close my eyes or my ears or my fists

scribbling on for every son and daughter they shot down told to submit to the draught when they could have taught thirst –
So
I wrote hope onto the faces of little kids disguised as butterflies sneaked it into the water supply and defaced the crumbling structure with my dissent the design
Now it climbs like iron vines over this corporate castle wall and I can’t stop
till I record it all