They step over our broken
fences and root around
our inner lives, while we
are too caught up with
hollow deals to realize.

Drones that look like owls
pour red light out of their eyes,
it spreads across the streets,
and if they see you no one else will
for a while.

Ketchup stained wrappers
replace fallen leaves, we are natural
so what we make must all
be natural. There is no time to think
about what else could be out there,
there is money on the table
to be taken.

There is a party being thrown,
in spite of all the odds, and even though
the music’s low, it sounds like
the beginning of an answer.

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