waiting for the war-heads

Landscapes of skyscrapers vast and vapid,
Billions of fly-foolish souls trapped in ghoulish ego cells
buzzedly marketing each other excrement,
Liberal gentiles gifting pseudo-silver spoons
to the scabied ravenous;
Donning diagnosis like bar-codes
soul-swooning Hansel sensitives
shuffle single-defiled
into the doomed licentious Narcropolis
sometimes leaving bread trails
of sonorous symphonies, soaring verse,
and opiated still-lives.
"All is vanity."
All is vile virility.
All is vapid velocity.
Come you mushroom-headed city-swallowers,
come,
come to and from all earthly angles,
and like burning infernal angels,
re-awaken our sad and savage grace:
return us our primal ashen purity!