Peeling sour, the skin is fresh, beneath the power is wire mesh, the devils hand was melting away, the faces were indented into the sand, for the devils wings to fray, look into the eyes, and the swollen wrists bound in barbed wire ties, listen to the sound of the inhuman, dead and renowned, it’s a suicide American style, the shreak of a swarm of locusts in the wind, listen to the sound of the stupid, dead and renowned, the blacks and blues are coming in by the pound, the dead and renowned find another way to live while still being bound.
