the theoretician

hand in the lion’s mouth and
mouth filled with broken glass

this is no way to live but
your options have begun to run out

the fire has
consumed everything it could

picture a long empty hall
leading to a small empty room

doesn’t need to be anywhere
you’ve ever been

picture sunlight

close your eyes

in this nation of thieves &
cowards you’re no one special

in this nation of great failure
you could be anyone at all