To the broken goes the crown
It circles unerringly
Ready to drop like an arrow
Or God’s hammer
This shifting of allegiances
This disregard for past loyalties
When did we become Mercury?
Slick and slippery
When did the flow of poison gather momentum?
I have no answer
When the pillars we stand upon
Begin to melt, warp, crack, and tumble
We all fall together into flame
A heap of flailing limbs and lashing teeth
In a tangle from which no one rises
A hill of discontent crowned with
The ruins of resentment.
Words and image are my own.