Somewhere between the marble pillars
Are the shadows of the normal people.
The normal people eat the shadows:
The deep purple oblong pieces of pixel ghost,
That are the deaths of money
And the loss of life-memory.
Somewhere between the marble pillars
Are the torn shadows of people
Who struggle everyday of their lives
With the mark of a government on their shoulder,
While plagues, floods and wars
Come out of the tin marked “beans”.
While out of fear
you hide behind your mothers back
As Leviathan emerges from the seething sea
To do battle with the sky god
