Standing stark naked, riveted in that New York palace,
Waiting for an intrepid sea to bleed, even miraculously part,
Multitudes of rats running round in circles, searching for solace,
Oh servitude tome! This rat filled home, all that blissful wordy art!

So now more blood spilled recklessly on some angry street,
Scores of rustled cattle herded to that relentless slaughter,
Cold bolts fired mercilessly into battered skulls, procuring tainted meat,
Feeding all the rats and brats and other political cats, all that fast food fodder.

Subterranean travelers rumbling in the jungle, where fat cats quake and shake,
Speeding blind into tunnels, funneled into moldering tenements, below tow'ring dunes,
Battered stones and red sticks mark territorial boundaries, signs camel train travelers make,
Ochre hand prints bark that line, graffiti signs cave walls, antiquity marring palace ruins.

Hooded spectres haunting, taunting travelers, both awake and recklessly asleep,
Myth narrated as fireside legend, wide-eyed spectators huddling in that glowing muddle,
Living streambeds wending ways to untamed waterholes, many secrets they silently keep,
Under starry skies nomad mothers wrapping love 'round children, til they coo and cuddle.

Marveling in cryptic valleys and barren mountains, tossed on a warring frothing sea,
Arriving in tempest zones, tempted as old castle cities toil preparing for a final feast,
Hungry on that variegated journey, sights yet unseen becoming those verily seen you see,
Migrating across arteries on dark moonless nights, terror becomes a haunting hunting beast.

Waking on cold night roads, icy paralysis mortifying all those pliant pilgrims traveling,
Pairs of red glowing eyes, grinning shadows stand deathly still beside each traveler's bed,
Terror gripping one from restless slumber, nipped and petrified by demons hovering,
Ghastly noises murmured, ashen silence seeping hues of pale in that horrific frightful dread.

Entranced by morbid silence, nary an angel or light nor right seen on that dream screen,
Shadows grasp sleepers, constricting rasping throats, no gasping or screams to be heard,
Fear grips a traveler's mind and soul, a lumbering vise locked tight in that ghostly scene,
Fate beckons deliverance beyond the gates of hell, those demon shadows surely feared.

Reams of horrid nightmares drag harried souls from heaven,  plunging mortals into perdition,
Bludgeoned in a fitful sleep, sentient vampires grinning ere they suck oozing tainted blood,
Ripping the heart out of every life, vile Old Hag vies with hysterical gruesome submission,
Fording the boiling River Styx, rage grows under a burning sky, sense a coming morbid flood.

Waking again those travelers in paradise continue, past vineyards and greening meadows,
O'er rivers sculpting unversed landscape, o'er rugged mountains, walking lush valleys,
Through eastern hills, a doubtful trek continues, past quaint farms and scented hedgerows,
Voyagers with calloused bleeding feet roam, stumbling bent and spent in avenues and alleys.

Those survivors that rise when perilous day breaks, tormented by the blinding hateful sun,
Adding poison with mourning, vitamin C and D rallying once the mistral wind arrives,
Trekking further into some dark unknown, harassed by waves of ecstasy, just for fun,
Gather empty shells on lonely beaches, wading angry seas, splashed by acid dips and dives.

Once the dragon has eaten every broken heart, once life is tied to a post and burned alive,
Time strikes a different clue, seconds in that rue tick by like minutes, hours then days,
Dreams morph into selfless acts of barbarism, strafing wicked hordes as they strive and dive,
Epiphany takes the sordid lead, tickling days into fruit salad garnished by God's burning rays.

Ecstasy never looked so damn good, dreaming all those humps and bumps and demon bites,
Squirming with all that pain, hot pokers jabbed into blinking eyes, stabbing torrid minds,
Besieged by gale and squall razing placid countryside, all cold on these dangerous nights,
Evading slumbering guards and dark angels, past ancient pits, all minced in that final grind.

Serfdom ticking from night terrors into day dreams, prayer just won't do as balm or salve,
All these bleeding wounds and scars, bits torn from the biggest picture littering the wayside,
One to another there are no good things, more doubts and mystery are all we finally have,
Digging into my own fresh grave, sifting for grave diggers lost coins, suddenly death arrived.

Subterranea wells up, goblins and ghouls dwell far below those burning gates of hell,
Original travelers beating skin drums with sticks and bones, throat singing to praise the dead,
Origins far below that tidal wash, askew as oblivion erases marks across that sacred dell,
Seeming and teeming from both sides now, swilling that toxic mix which swells one's dread.

Still all wail, building higher prison walls, rank cells committing all to fettered life,
Beyond New York palaces, post mesmerizing terrors, past those plagues and torments,
One's hopes and dreams cast away, drowning in torrential swells, gutted by that chisel knife,
Restitution hurled into extinction as harlots dance naked, instigating fomented comments.

Love is the last thing we think of in this entrancing dance,
Comparing survival with traveling, ranked by a succubus in a gargoyle bed,
Parched lips crack and bleed when pure rain is only come by chance,
Babbling as another nightmare terrorizes, just more cursed bullets in a severed head.

All those palace henchmen, armed and armoured against a peasant blight,
Travelers march with raised fists, trudging bravely towards earth's flat destiny,
Surrounded by plight, severing digits at each knuckle, heads smashed in every fight,
Streaming into each fray, excuses fall by the rocky wayside, so much angry testimony.

Now there is no singing under the polluted sky, no memories left to fuel dying night fires,
Goodness is dead, all purity finally corrupt by contempt, all things kings and captains bent,
Infernos have razed the land, those trekking on their quest, sickened by quicksand mires,
Thus all the haunted become tainted, faint souls which New York palaces shameless rent.

At last I'm in a cold blue polluted room on a stark polluted day,
Searching for my errant soul in a quagmire of polluted black muck,
Wond'ring why God haunts me in my dreams yet refuses to stay,
Ecstasy makes me shiver, quivering as the dying earth is now out of luck.

So in these end times, mass extinction, thou shalt not sow nor reap,
Birds and cattle and fish dead, all soil and water poisoned beyond good,
God knows we humans failed Eden and Heaven, like yesterday we cannot keep,
Verily Mother Earth is dying now, why didn't souls care as spirit forever should?