a swarm

I do believe this is not a beginning but a mere continuation
of things that should perhaps never have begun,
however, who we are is all we have.
I don't have.
I simply sat there by the plain walls and wondered.

a burning started from some recessed pit
trapped between a flame and a flicker
an ember underneath or over from above
angels made of meaner wings and splinters
the quick rage of flapping and bodies falling
where there were no smoke hazes to slow their descent

too many unspoken little things
climbing the woodwork with wretched claws
the screeching of a chalkboarded youth
frightened into complacency and stagnation
we are what you what us to be, the little things
the savage animals of a hellish terrain made tame
nails and teeth and eyes on thought leashes
individuality erased with the wave of a hand
to only be replaced by the cages of little things

bah dah, bah dah, bah dah
you won't take this song away

flicker, fade, burn, bake
no more newspaper stands
we get the news from wires
as the media stole the trees

at the end of the day, the last wave came
it sounded like the softest thunder,
the slightest pattering of rain...
and stole my heart as it rolled away