Kindling

Only the best for our future
No expenses will be spared
Uniform turns into a suture
Into the coffin plaque please stare

Wood from pencil, new support beams
Don’t mind square holes milled round
The walls with arrows skyward aiming
Stuck in position deep underground

Breach walls of fortress willfully
The wardens promise freedom in due course
They call you deadwood refusing kindling
Merely fit for lining your own corpse

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s