steel horses nodding.
sipping at the black porridge.
will they be starving?
fire
hobbled life
my own sadism
yearns for life’s masochism.
nasty, brutish, short.
cutting teeth
the smiling faces
hide razor sharp biting teeth.
cheshire’s are grinning.
toil boil and roil
the sun yawns and sleeps.
indifferent to the slight hopes
of dullards toiling.
where the people?
supreme absurdness.
nine withhold wages from all
as we stand in lines.
quiet knock
faint knocking at door.
who will open the door to
opportunity.