It grew from the concrete
So did dead moss
And what?

Fluttering stoic lashes,
Organic, cellular, gate crashes
Faking smiles; for bewildered masses.

Depict ‘being’;
Conceiving, believing, deceiving
Cemented visions; stealing and thieving.

Dilated poppy-cock,
Pin-pricked pupils, shocked
Child of destiny; scruples unlocked.

Needing an indication,
A fixation, communal operation,
Prayer by allegation; false deliberation.

Faxing Him, unfazed,
Tapped through morse code, fully dazed.
Calculated lethargy; bipolar domes raised.

Will You nurture the world for Me while I’m away?

ink is free, so…