=librium

deadbeat nanny state

Swallow us, piles of stone, so that we may

Dance beneath our streets, hear our chants echo

In your heart’s cavity, in your ribcage,

Because it’s so lonely at our windows.

Fourscore days, three times, can you feed them all?

With niceties, bicycles, gnashing teeth.

Will you cut corners till you feel this call,

Woken and tired, to rock this boat to sleep.

Swallow our cries, please, speak over this sum:

A pin drop, crash, the cough of a lover

Are all lullabies we will weep and hum

Until these strange chimes hush one another,

Until all manifestations become

The schwa, as in father, as in mother.