Garbage ex machina

Let the concrete take root
Rocks withering in record time
Wind directions need reboot
With our power drills combined

Pulp writ promises of unrelenting erections
That will stand until we think you’d die
Posthumous glossy graves as resurrection
Cold dead hands root in dirt with machined precision pry

Let the concrete take root
Rocks tilled with hands this time
Dead air heaves with soot
As rocks rolls up tracks inclined

Pulp writ promises of unrelenting erections
You shaped the noose as windsor tie
The hollowed earth rejects infection
The world in grit you ossified

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