Mayor McGuffin

We are products of our times

these thoughts aren’t mine

everything passes through us

from sewers to the divine

I vibe on your signal

you wave you particle

merge into a molecule

divide for reaction

deaf dumb and blind

slaves to the grind

compressed coal hearts

exploited diamond mines

we see through the veil

dancing snake-tailed

impatient for the end

skipping enlightenment

I drive this carcass

despite warnings

from weather service

to deliver you a package

Bugolgi Apparatus