In Concrete wilderness
I witness savages
Hungry savages
Dressed in tribal warpaint
Hunting through streets and
gutters lined with filth.
Howling
Through dark addiction
seeking escape
as poverty stricken
youth.
Violent savages
warriors dancing in blood rain
sacrificing to
Envious Gods
At graveside
weeping
Dressed in black
the Savages mourn
Brother
Sister
Father
Feeding the machine
As feasting cannibals
gnaw the bones
of the civilized.
Leaving brutal legacy
As testimony of
Savage Lifestyle.
Following the pulse
of breathing cities
the corner medicine man
Selling cures
to diseased high heeled
pavement walkers.
Posted under
Orange Light.
Wandering Savages
Sleeping boxcar nomads
call the Thunderbird
mad dogs
in perfect vision
Disciples
Spreading hobo wisdom
to
the road
And as I sit
Staring at cold
reflection.
Black eyes glare
in Mirror Image.
I witness the Savages
Hungry, Violent Savages
Lost
To the Hinterland.
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