Apocalypse Never (Redux)

We are all upright apes
We are all jungle cats
We are all guilty
We are all a series of 0's and 1's

We all wear a costume we can not return

--Wherein whispers wither and wilt--

My pupils pour over miles of
Stretched canvas, skin akin to cotton
My body the Temptation of St. Anthony
Surrounded by thunderous migrations of gigantic
Long legged elephants

A jungle erodes the lining of
Self
Hands wised up, freed from pockets
Clenched just in case...

The heart poked through
Ruined by awkward steel
Emptied of humanity

The sidewalks bleed
Desperate for tongues
But concrete is still
And quiet

In this world we learn that words carry the weight
of feathers cascading through heavy lungs of oxygen

That machinery has buried itself into our skulls
That the clown sometimes gets the last laugh