Come to find an encroaching storm with vultures in the wake.
Come to find a caved-in complex, left to tend to future injury.
As the thunder rains down beaks to pick and chew,
I smell a rat
somewhere festering amidst the ruin.
Bring down a hammer on the character I play.
Say the phrases so painstakingly chosen to say.
Slither forth, bark your independence, but it won’t own you.
Blank home faces are all we are and we are carried all the same.
Come to find our carcasses enshrined in eager wings.
Come to find an abandoned ship left to aimlessly sink itself.
The water runs from a man-made breach,
and I smell a rat,
somewhere keeping my head low.
Try to run but I’ve got claws buried in sidewalk cracks.
Those phrases so painstakingly chosen to say
will whistle through consciousness in each strained step.
Shift in time but the character you play won’t age a day.
Not in my eyes.
Come to find bones bled to dry and shine in perfect white.
All the same it is ended to be with no regard to betrayal.
Passing through halls, catching a glance,
and I smell a rat
entrenched in the hollow of your chest.
I see a rat
crawling wreckage to wreckage.
Wave your hammer round and round but I won’t collapse.
Wield the weight of vitriol but I don’t shatter.
Lightning bellows from the marching clouds gathering ever closer.
In one strike the vultures spiral thousand at a time.
Shout above the whirl of wings but recognize this:
Push me under, I’ll drag you down.
Push me under, we’re bled empty either way.