the politics of collapse

can't be bailed out
by wall street

a dry river

leaves a bad taste
in your mouth

for every carbon artery

there are a thousand
hemorrhaging forests

the crows

will not be silenced
they gather for the darkness

corn rows

left their calling cards
the silos all are empty

the money

of the desperate
has no collateral

there are sunspots

to pull you closer
call it void if you must

--- e b bortz