Raised Fist

Here's our sculpture close perfection
this is salutation to the prevailing pioneers
The time has come to purge the scene
From all the nonsense that ugly mouths are spitting out.
We are ready for a big reversal.
This is for real this is not rehearsal
I want to reside here
I think I want to die here.
To see you scamper brings me joy
To feed you with my thoughts brings me pleasure
It's hard to keep it up every season