Throwing Bones
I close my eyes to window day
hear siren run the black
Power failed fallen torches
lead way to no where back
Hands in pocket, fingers worm
through lint and dust and dirt
Buy now, pay before, pay after
consuming corporate dearth
Have to add theft and bribes
and power slides to budget
When we complain of their greed
they tell us to suck it
Not all blood worms must be food,
there are other slants
You don't have to hurt the chicken
to make it dance
Steps go up, steps go down,
some are steep, some shallow
You can either worship things
or consider spirit hallowed
Heart within, or bling about,
which becomes your steeple?
Sometimes during life assembly
it is best to be two people
--Steven B. Smith
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