The circuitry was programmed to say that the combat boots are worn down
and brave.
But the ones whose feet will fit right inside play the mitten on another's
hand.
And the mitten to the boot could tell: "We are so pedestrian."
So we throw the stone to counter what's sewn.
We
won't breathe. We won't sing.
We won't say those things we mean.
Pedestrian
will come out to say that the sick will start to die off in herds.
Sholastic statues of the unheard. Empty banners for lost words.
And the banner to the sick will show that our stitches sew tomorrow.
So we throw the stone to counter what's sewn.
We
won't breathe and we won't sing.
We won't say those things we mean.
Milemarker,
"Banner to the Sick"
Satanic Verus