HUMANKIND

the edge of destruction
flowers scented with pollution
a sonic boom capitulation
the same new old sensations

the flexing of dog meat
in the shadow of death seeds
contusion of dirty feet
no valve to release

we wait for salvation
eschewing the joy of creation
it's simple arithmetic deduction
incomplete cranial construction

we are but empty shells
with tortured screams to sell
a cataclysmic broken spell
urban myths we cannot dispel