Frangible Societal Construction

Like the San Andreas Fault line,

dividing crusts across a million acres of acrid dust

society’s construction has been faulted,

the foundation splintered and savaged

becoming a burgeoning canyon, wealth wounds open for nats to attack,

mosquito’s to inject malaise into hosts bloodstream,

poison of power, poignant and sour

watching the rivers flow downward,

while the suits scream trend

bulls stratify markets in vain

wearing white collars, but stained

with blood

economy shedding alligator tears of dollars

dripping down the drain, irretrievable and distant

chief remaining flippant throughout this deathly course

galloping towards burned villages atop his deathly horse

listen for trumpets song, as bones and stones roll

civility trampled under such mass

basement boards breaking

beneath the 9 trillion pound ape in the corner