Shrapnel deposits few and far between
Oiled tempers, ragged and frayed
Court ignition, tempting flames
Impetuous orders, patience despaired
Rejection of process, Like fuck they care
For courtesy, coordination?! Orchestration of a plan.
Out of their hands, panic ensues
Not to be forgotten, overlooked, unknown or disregarded
Is their presence potent to those they wish cared
Is their significance diminished by the way that they stare
Scowls try burning, barely scald the air
The swelling indifference of those in control
Leaves nervous eyes mapping the clock
Shivers, shouts, shuffles, muffle the bells toll
For the alcooled crowd, joining the flock
tbc..
