Jump on the latest bandwagon,
Spew forth another processed piece of flesh
dredged out from your glory days,
Which in themselves,
We’re truly quite unremarkable.
The first taste was laced
with the heady appeal of flattery,
The grandeur of that magick
All too quickly giving up
The presence of smoke and mirrors.
Next in the corralled line,
Blindly trusting that the route ahead
led only to more wonders…
I caught scent of the killing floor.
Shoddy walls built from
tirelessly used material broke free
with little effort.
Shed my number and break the line
I might step backward, though
Eyes are opened wide
One cannot proceed without the
Lessons found behind.