Spiral Transit

Transfixed by a distant chaos

Locked inside a violent womb

Brood into frenzy

I witness what's foredoomed



Amid seven in a subway car

Tearing towards a country

Emblems drenched in darkness

Twisting their faces from me



Ubiquitous market

With the innocence watching

To see what's on the table

To see what it's costing



We will debauch and debase them

Then be sickened by their sins

Blank books and baby bastilles

Will follow hollow hymns



In steepled business buildings

Housing holy banks

They manufacture messiahs

Upholding human ranks



Back stair descent

Through sentient corridors

Presumed escapes

Just roomfuls of foreigners



Dizzying signals

And fleeting flashes

Have led me backwards

Through dream and ashes



Transfixed by a distant chaos

Locked inside a violent womb

Transformed to a newborn chorus

That's sung from a sacred wound