Skyscraper

Bulls race into the horizon
Fairies seduced to time
No rest for the younglings
Their flesh held behind

Inside the veins of Neptune
Still blood pressured in line
Guillotine every traitor’s neck
Their heads hoisted on pikes

No road leads to salvation
Only figments of the decayed
Consumed for perspiration
Their wits ground away

Emancipate the colors
Shadow the wrinkling graves
These dreams hang from above
Mutilate them in this bed