Around my white vinyl house Is scattered an assortment of mills: Motley brick bones With salted bloody cement cartilage And cracked, uninhabited eyes...
The bricks of the human world are dying. Others are being born as we speak, But others still are dying And the world is dying and changing with them...
The human being is an inherently contentious creature. Seven billion rock-wall eyes; Eyes staring belligerently down seven billion sharp noses; Noses...