poem 52

great white shark mouthed bastion of the battle weary,
bring down the sunshine apocalypse.

breakdown lane lover passed us by.
flew low over cornfield glow,
rest assured there were goblins in the works
hammering the cogs till they couldn’t turn.

Lakes full of soon and never overspill into us,
We fade in light,
We burn under industry gaze,
Great white shark mouthed bastion,
Deliver the handmade execution covers,
Grind new spices from our old hope.

There can be weeks all in a toil,
Years in a spot of funk,
Decades in which nothing happens to us,
But seconds separate us from greatness.