The enormous evil pours its darkness on streets.
Violence throws its tentacles.
Overpowering fear stalks and we shrink inside.
Ancient wounds fester again.
Our pain knives the glitches and suddenly we search for the roots.
When the centuries fail, who will link the dates?
The spaces in mind are thronged by promising tomorrows
of soft pornography.
The virus spreads far and wide and calender bares the ignobles.
The mob was coming. Windows have new paint.
We will collectively burn the scriptures in the city.
The deep tunnels hide the debris of our broken limbs and shredded beliefs.
