Man makes opportunity
Bleach boned gratuity
picking teeth in the blazing sun of ages
the weak are meat, 
So the strong say as they eat
Atria strained and skein stretched, 
bursting by design
this high tides earth inheritance
for the meek, the malign
those porous, jealous strangers
familiar high noon encounters
of a stilted, different kind
a familiar so close its alien
suspicions of an expansive, innocent mind
dried by boredom, drunk on wet sex and danger
eye of a camel, born to die in a manger
lain down on a road, more rubber than heel
more memory than steel
girders of millenials pounded by evictious , the great exodus of our time
listlessly turning on instinct, one foot on another
a centipede of protest, cutting tracts in the sand
wondering and wandering to our great war
Looking for our headstones along the way.
Spit on immortality
the afterlife is just another day.