Prey on the filament of the dawn Of fear, on The silent grip of the numb at noon Of fear, at Dusk and then when the eyes plumb A sleep Less want, a depthless drum of river's Need, a Blessed blight of trembling limbs that Crouch In dire need, in the fleeting sheen of Dark, Pry off the hunger, the long rectangle Of solid Angles that reek of innate howls of Childscare.
“In a world that prefers security to justice, there is loud applause whenever justice is sacrificed on the altar of security. The rite takes place in the streets. Every time a criminal falls in a hail of bullets, society feels some relief from the disease that makes it tremble. The death of each lowlife has a pharmaceutical effect on those living the high life. The word “pharmacy” comes from pharmakos, the Greek name for humans sacrificed to the gods in times of crisis.” – from Eduardo Galeano‘s Upside Down
