No matter how grand your home
in the high hills of mercy
shelter is nothing
but a continuum of neon spray;
toys and teething rings
occupying the souls of the lame.
Yet it’s only a singular wrong;
an interspecies murder conspiracy
letting the seekers gore themselves
in the southern summer sheer refrain.
With unstained hands, we slew the dreamers
with the tyranny of their own addicted faith.