banded together under a weight
of a thousand suns
letters to better
ourselves
and we’ll get her
to quit
her day job
just remember the savior
is born from the crater
that severed the silence
and altered her violence
and then sent her to hell
in the name of a bell
tailored to meet
a creator on the street
an architect of evil
that panhandled
primeval
to the masses
and celebrating
jackasses
worried about something
but contributing to nothing
that wasn’t a born
nation
just a blessed
station agent
waiting on the bell
to tell him when to move
and who to lose
and whether or not
he should choose
to eat
or to admit defeat.
alls well that ends well.
