We spoke
to headless
hooligans to
cover the
ink we
spilled
They couldn't
see through our
fractured gaze
They couldn't
hear our gold coins
jingle-belling
all the way
in our coat pockets
In the name
of God, we
wipe the blood
of our people
from the crevice
of our lips
Greed is
our Jesus Christ
The thoughtless
councilmen
will suffice.