plaque on the teeth of an empire
dirt pressed against my face
mind control for the children
alive here and ready to waste
away
again
when you’re gone past the morning
with light half spent leaking through
the trees keep the quietest record
of all the things you meant to do
ok?
pretend
your seas are alive with the waving
approaching high tide in your mind
a bob and float overtaking
the islands you never could find
hid away
again
plaque on the teeth of an empire
dirt pressed against my face
mind control for the children
alive here and ready to waste
