picture catches up with word.
all the people are afraid.
blame it on the ugly noise.
can we put this stuff away?
shut up that racket
is killing the slaves.
fingers of the black hand.
then we wouldn't communicate.
upset that missed out
on the message that day
that said, “a tsunami is coming
and you should probably go away.”
we killed all our own slaves
and gave them to view.
we killed all our own slaves
because we lost what was true.