they'd call it a wasteland
auslander plates
you know its armor was human

drove stakes into the main camps
eyesockets sank into
the back of its head again

this frequency was jet lagged
yes the wrinkles mate
was the owner's manual


frequent flyers in denial
and all the while

emergency is evident
revenants were the statues
radar learning of huddles masses

sutured all the patience
of this nursing home
emitted from the pages

of this burial ground

labor concentrated

in this sheepless chapel
they call it a wasteland