Downtown Streets
In downtown streets where faceless meet
all the forms arrive complete
and shout with all their noiseless sounds
while careless shadows sell the ground.
Painted fakers stride abreast
the refuse spit so high its blessed
among the towers captured best
by papers stained "in God we test".
Bought with mostly hopeless blood
that could be gathered, spilled for mud
a trade found useful Kings tell God
you break the horse before its shod.
Towers raised in edifice
soldiers bought protecting this
climbing up to penthouse suites
where cannibals on thrones compete.
The bribe of masses fat on bone
the stench of leisure fills their homes
find the box to fit the form
and climb their ladders grab for gold.
Another metal pried form stone
the fingers bleed, but not their own
while trouble finds another home
the bury faces in their throne
Seeking figments to protect
their own collections from neglect
no other answer for those who see
another step, security.
All the faces in the crowd
reflect the glow of not allowed
to be of something out of kind
protect the myth of left behind.
Flesh is weak as we are told
and steel is strong and it will hold
those that fall out of the line
pressed together, doing time.
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