Veritas,
A partner in crime
blowback better days
bought in parts
instead of by the hour.

How alien:
touched mid-post, mid-text, 
pyrex glass, winning
new old west.

a reign ended in splinters
busted in the heated crucible
of the apocalypse. 

Yet here we are
survived, only by ourselves for certain. 
never buried, close the curtain,
a history wrote by us as best
as best and brightest chests
never proven wrong by 
parbane pages of hatemail;
we live off those who bothered to write us.

'Sandin' steel-teeth' wrote us pretenders
high on a frozen waffle dynasty
riding the seven storey waves of panic
stricken the headlight deer,
arbitors of insulence
of doom.
Yet our stomaches make room
titled cannibals;
eat our friends and us
in that order
welcome to hell

here's your fucking hot sauce, asshole.