[Eŋg]

_more extinction.

Sleep walkers. Heat-seek slaughter. Own chief’s orders: don’t be cautious.
It speaks for us; we breed all this and leave before it’ll breach borders.

Green cord (or ‘leaf orchard’) jeans as I walk awkwardly on the scene,
is it crockery for my condo suite or cotton sheets with knotted seams?
My God is Dream. Give a fuck what the TV in the parlour screams, honestly.
Probably propaganda; lots of anger, wobbled banners, stocks collapse or
cops with badges popping hammers to stop the clamour. Start the camera

-- drop the videotape; stiffen your gait as the video plays
on a loop, but the truth is you’re still in one place: playing dead.
Home wherever you lay your head, whatever, better to stay in bed.