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As you keep driving on your way,
With your excavations,
The glories of your spelunking may be lavish,
Diamonds and rubies and platinum,
It may be all going your way,

But take note my friend,
Keep your pickaxe humble,
Beware of the stones you part,
They threaten to cave in,
Their gravity more than enough to destroy you,

The boulders whisper to one another,
The stalactites train their blades upon you,
Remember that life’s excavation can be deadly,
Keep your mining light low,
And stay humble.

Ofttimes we confer our lives to men of medicine,
Hippocratic Samaritans,
Truly worthy of our trust,
Yet once this trust was broken,
Reduced to residue in a syringe,
By a foul miscreation of fate,
On the island kingdom he resided,
A creature with eyeglasses and a kindly gaze,
This monster in a white coat,
Human anthrax,

Where he practiced,
The neediest of us fell,
Where he called,
Toxins invaded innocent bloodstreams,
Grandads and grandmas,
Taken by foul chemical artifice,
They needed him,
And yet he slaughtered them,
Casually he spoke in the sound of needles,
Smiled kindly with venom behind teeth,

Aged though these victims were,
They could still have had decades,
But with him they had minutes.

The sun is a tyrant,
Thermometers were its heralds,
Yet we still opened our windows,
Below these beams of radiation do I reside,
And my willpower is stripped from me,
Melted down to perspiration,
Burned to cinders,
Scorched beyond recognition,

I am a wickerman,
Burned to X’s and O’s,
Sandcastles have become my skin,
Sweat has become my lifeblood,
My breath has become a menagerie of spices,
Made pink by the skys hatred,
I am scorched,
As are we all.

The human world is a machine,
Forcibly implanted into the flesh of the Earth,
Its blades feeding deep into ore and fauna both,
All gears and buzz saws,
Propellants and crude oil,
Skyscrapers and drills,
Crewed by billions of little viruses,
Arms-dealers and fuel barons all,
Giving this machine its relentless drive,

This human device is self-propagating,
Procreation is refuelling the machine,
Birth to coffin and back again,
Meat and fat and ribs,
Keeping that grinder chock-full,
Little darlings as high calibre rounds,
Piercing the planets chest cavity,
Heat death on the way,
An apocalypse by inches.

We are the dregs,
All of us,
Released by the dam of the morn,
Waters of ill repute,
Stagnant and vacuous,
Filled with larvae of future parasites,
We are the dregs,
What remains when worth is gone,
Sloshing along urban waterways,
Swirling past each other,
Watching the floors,
We are not wellsprings,
Providing no essences of life,
Only drowning,
Killing and consuming,
We are the dregs,
Remnants of an elixir of hope,
We are the tsunami,
We are scorched earth,
The azure death of all before us.

From the brush I rise,
Segmented fury,
Mandibles bared,
All instinct and hunger,
I am predatory,
Make no mistake,

I hunger,
My venom hungers,
My limbs long to rip and tear,
Rodents and avians and insects,
Asunder a hundred ways,
All are meant for these cold eyes,

You felt my approach,
Tingles up your spine,
Muted tittering in the greenery,
A hundred needles across your foot,
Was that me there?
Or am I already on your shoulder?

When you have given yourself to another,
When you are in love,
You walk a perilous path,
A tightrope,
Ruby and velvet,
Laid across a chasm that seems familiar,
Yet terrifying all the same,
Romance is a game of balance,
Give and take,
Watch your footing,

Do not look down,
Nor left or right,
One side lies heartbreak,
The other a spousal thumbprint,
Sharks of grim dependencies wait below,
As black as despair,
Made of bottles and needles,
Stalking amidst shipwrecks of past trysts,
Splintered hearts of wood and all,
So keep true upon that rope my friend.

Do we appear as pondlife to them?
Those alleged councillors of repute,
From their gilded office above us,
With their manifestos made of bread,
Are we just guppies and tadpoles?
Schools of fish with empty heads,
Covered in muck from the streets,
Our murky waters,
Polluted and trash-ridden as they are,

They drop breadcrumbs down to us,
Placations and silvered words,
And giggle as we bite and nip each other,
Tearing scales from one another,
Amused as we keep hunting our fellows,
Not looking above the surface,
They smirk at the chum they bestowed us,
The bubbles trying in vain to show us the way,
To where our real predators reside.

She had always dreamed of glades,
Beds of grass and hydrangea companions,
Dreamed of owl storytellers,
And choirs of rodent and hare,
So she called to the druids,
Those shepherds of the trees,
Go between those boughs they told her,
That shaded gateway to the forest,

That path of dirt snaking betwixt oaks and ash trees,
Those arbours embraced her,
Taking her amongst them like ivy,
They whispered in breezy leaves,
Bestowing upon her a cape of nature,
And a crown of flowers,
They loved her,
And she them,

Jointly they would watch the world pass,
The passage of the planets entropy,
And decay together at the end.

That grin,
Oh that grimace,
Wielded by that walking corpse,
Clad in leather and chain,
It hungers to tear asunder meat,
Meat that still struggles,
Those lips still drip with cruelty,

Desiccated flesh splitting in a curve,
Joy formed with painful contortion,
Each bronzed tooth telling a tale of murder,
Poems of crime upon each breath,
A scarred tongue dancing on graves behind,
This is a maw of evil,
This grin,
It’s an avatar of death,
And it’s directed at you.