"Season"
"Season passing from the one encounter I dodge.
I take cover again, but rarely succeed in reaching
anywhere new in the landscape.
Maybe if I bury the coins for those who live among us,
unattainable, in the subdivision between citrus and palm,
in the lot behind the emergency center care.
Officials report a moving situation.
Very quickly, I adapt to protect the citizens, more precise as I
influx when it falls on the government to help,
says the bishop.
On the chief of state, says the county judge.
On the unvaccinated, says the medical examiner.
They who seek asylum, do they carry diseases absent here?
Do they fill our hospitals with need for treatment?
Is the answer in our rage room?
We've accommodated a selection of music for the blood flow.
Here are the clubs and sledgehammers for you
to break things.
Every corner of this house for us to break things."