They’re like little lightening strikes,
These deaths
Each one dropping from the sky
A lark caught in midflight
And hurled icarus-like to the pavement
Zeus has been busy it would seem
Gathered round the computer screens,
Our faces blue in the light,
We recited names like liturgies
A roll-call of saints and demons
The sacrificial lambs are smoking yet on the grill
We add pineapple and onion
Season the steaks a little more
Salivate and eye the breaking news
The tanist kings are torn asunder in the field with no mercy
To satisfy the hungry maw of idle gods
To satisfy each one of us
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