we are seeing staggering acts of cruelty
theories indicate that the witch-hunt is back on
feral children hopeless parents TVs blaring in rooms
where computers crash and its now the tears flow
falling into the waste bins
absorbed slightly by waste paper, discarded
pen scrawls, a date,
geo-metric shapes, letters
a bad self portrait.
Your dreams are date stamped and float through the ether
into a rutilant cloud of cinders and smoke.