Restless Giants

So it's come to this; all virtues a-rusting
 Grotesque form reforming
 Rain-stained walls adoring, as they swarm along their pipelines
 The air's all diesel and Dal Bhat, murmurs and muttering
 This places needs sheep like a hospital needs the sick
 Perpetual purging, but it keeps things ticking over
 Scrambling over so much priveleged rubble
 The caustic hangover of our shame-ridden yesterdays
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 The key's in your clock, burnished firebox, and wound
 Strike while the iron is shod, hour after hour they plod
 Oscillations profuse - into the clamour they sound
 All tarred and feathered and set alight
 Restless giants
 Sodden steps in the dusk
 And the klaxon resounds in their charred, scattered husks
 I built my scaffold about the crux of matter
 Imbruing red in old sand paper
 Just scrape off the sin and eat what's left, darling!
 Feed the flesh
 Feed the flame
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 Drive the swine of Gergasa into the bitter waves under
 The frenzied mule to scavenge
 Infirm, decrepit beggars
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 The rivers are swallowing their own tongues again
 Gagged with the overripe and spoiling
 Their years, drawn up from the potential well
 With a gurgling like melting wax cylinder
 Such triviality!
 Such inconsequence!
 What are the Polybotean to God?
 Organic chains without pretence
 Carbon murderous, soot-feathered and ripe
 A dwelling for the void of vision
 Vapid and finger-pointing, more propagation than gestation
 A sad finale, played off-key
 Cruel vaudeville, for sure