Somewhere, something has gone terribly wrong

Balance sheets

Unbalancing our fragile axis

Because we let them

Because we made them

To balance imaginary things

We let them

In

Needle-teeth monsters

Of business hours

Invited to grasp and devour.

Invited, for some

Ungodly reason,

Fangs and talons

Into our lives.

Somewhere in

Some other ever-spinning

Collection of life

You can imagine

A sun lingers

On futures

Untouched by this

Dark grubbing grippe,

Living sickness grinning

Gluttonous at its luck this

Thing this stupid

Created

Imaginary thing

Turned real

Dirt and blood under

Fingernails turned claws

Teeth turned fangs.

What laws

Did we imagine

Would bind

This dumb, blind

Beast?

And it feeds.

Once upon a

Profit-margin

We set it free

To unfree us.

And it feeds.

This blind blubbering beast

Weeping-laughing

With sheer unbelieving

Joy.

And it feeds.

With its prey

Marching proudly

Into its jaws.