Crystal Stilts

Transfixed by a distant chaos
Locked inside a violent womb
Brood into frenzy
I witness what's foredoomed
Amid seven in a subway car
Tearing towards a country
Emblems drenched in darkness
Twisting their faces from me
Ubiquitous market
With the innocence watching
To see what's on the table
To see what it's costing
We will debauch and debase them
Then be sickened by their sins
Blank books and baby bastilles
Will follow hollow hymns