Angelic Disorder

Venoms dripping from
your slobbering mouth
street scouring vulture
through your bitter eyes
you see crumbling land
this human race of sculptures

and children tear out of your wombs
their guns ablaze
smack soaked ex-angels are
flailing in the maze
birds are mute, they lost the will
to sing to you
but I don't hate you

the weak sway in the breeze
falling to their knees
prey to heard disease
chemicals the tease
snorting demons
vultures hover waiting patient
vultures hover waiting patient