March 13, 2012
Time churns
Frothing like fate
The remora prophecies
Blood in the streets
The pendulum sings
And the dogs howl back
The black-and-white repents
In that holy hour
The ranters forget
As they drink their souls
The fluids dissolve
In a solvent of politics
The hate chokes
As the tongue of fear sputters
Chance goes swimming
As roiling waves dance
The fires rage
And the pigs bow down
The yams avenge
As the tenants swoon
The legumes constrict
As wicker cackles
The maniacal laughter echoes
Through the dank night.

A low hum swallows the sky.

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