whipped by a chosmic intercorse
a meteor creates strange emotions
people whisper but no words speak
their delerious eyes wander but see only time and space
for once we see our atomic self.
pegans politicise christian mal practices
of rituals paved over with new labels
words fall like cards to the table-
and the living interview the dead for the real HISTORY.
spored like fungus fill the mouth
forcing lips to speak the truth
and money becomes another e-trade marker
for all people have big numbers
the life they want to live
why cant we all have a comet instead
of a worlds binding comment