flint

I didn't know how

   profit prophets navigated

   through the discourse of

   talentless chumps of

   walled streets of sin

ONE thousand and seven hideous

   suns peeked around the

   corner and hid at

   the sight of us -

   the peasantry

MEGAphones and SPEAKERphones

   rally on the summit

   of mountains of invisible ash

   - spheres of thoughts

   float between demonstrators

ONE by ONE bubbles explode

   like cantankerous sores and

   men and women mobilize

   to end this fiery debacle

   of volcanic ash

It's pouring the rain from 

   above and beyond and our

   conversations end as empty

   promises are kept and

   white lies are told to

   protect me and you and

   you and you and you

   and you and you and

   you.