Greymare

Sinking like the sickness says
«sickened while the sinking stays.»
Civilization is a train, speeding towards a tunnel
Painted on the side of a mountain
I will watch it sink into the earth
Like an empty suit of armor
I can hear the engines grind, like screams of horses in a fire
Doing what the master said, at least until the master’s dead
I saw them drag her in the street; the cops on pavement
Broke her teeth
She was screaming like a horse inside a fire