Black Squash From The Clay

naphtha laced veins
incisorless piety
a reckless dynasty
from the clay
you were born
so why escape
these palms are friendly

and they just want our bones
so they can pick their teeth

when you were down
who was there to comfort you
to offer you black gold
and when you ok'd
your tear burgeoned
blood is effusive

and they just want our bones
so they can pick their teeth