Scantily clad in your silken shards
with floods and showers of lead piping
leaking down from above
as all towers of excellence
plunge into the sea.
Bloodshot eyes sweep across factory floors
picking out every grain of dust,
every grain of reasonable doubt.
And slowly it drops out from the nasal cavity
onto your outstretched hand,
while the world spirals away,
the scarlet stains spreading out
into the dark and clouded sky.
Agitation of hands. Strength of words. 