krow

The ruins-
I walk around them 100 years before.
Civilization's tall buildings,
crumbling ruins yet to rise.

I stagger around the city
in the magick dusk/dawn of everytime.
The matches in my pocket,
I feel them crackle with anticipation.

The concrete rivers flow beneath my feet.
The steel and glass jungle whispers its secrets to me.
I am man, straightening her back and walking upright.
I reclaim my territory, my hunting grounds.
I dissolve their images of desire, replacing them with my own.
I desire only to be human--only human.

I crumple up my domesticity
and use it as tinder for my matches.