The pecking order has come undone.
So for fun, we now turn our attention
to the wasteland which came into being
after the stock market crashed
through the stained glass surface
of a tenuous truth. Those uncouth slobs
scouting the wreckage for something
to rub their greased hands upon
are especially interesting. The way
their drooling mouths coat everything
in a viscous sheen. As night careens
into an out-of-focus joke, we watch them
stoking their fires, eyeing the scene lustily,
licking their lips, tripping over their tongues.