Visceral if unmanned, and unyielding
To domestic sleepers of an alien
World. They’re real! And here,
Fuckers! You should’ve listened those decades
Ago when I said it for the first time. Now what
Are you going to do? Call
The local help line when all your cows get
Sucked up like a beautiful reverse
Showerhead? The system of authority refused
To acknowledge the issues and instead
Tightened up security and instituted new backdated
Login protocols. Touch here, touch
There, almost sexual in its thoroughness, but no, just another thing
To get almost riled up about. Anal, with their probing
Questions, furthering any perceived
Retentiveness. About when the lees
Started to become visible was when
I saw the lees. Like wheelbarrows
We are placated by our own existence and strive
To be more ourselves. Like cud we are
Dropped from the sky in an otherworldly rapture, the others
Mouthing silently through the tinted
Windows, O holy, o holy, o holy
Lesser being, how you were tied to where you came from
And how you will pay.
