and then abdicate

Jesse S. Mitchell

We should illuminate different things in different ways.

The shadows here are dim
And they are tiresome

In form, a democracy...

And I am Vandal and I am a gnawer of bone.
What must be consumed
Will be consumed.
What must be ruined
Will be ruination.
The cold wind that kills
The summer sun that fades.
The brutal heat that steals the water gone.
And nothing is ever left
But parched
And the tooth-driven
Drought.