The prongs of a many-faceted emotion are carted
Off into parcels, mouthfuls of tasteless, morbid sums
And cancellations. They are bred anew for laughter.
The songs of a many-faceted inhumanity are dissolved
In a vestibule leading to languid quarters breeding a
New kin of steam, a strain too thick, too coarse to hide.
The wrongs of a many-faceted resolution of earth,
Dust, rock, and harm are given anew to semantics
Of pain and lacerated joy. They will be there tomorrow.