Killbot 2000

a smell like cigarettes creeps softly through the vents
 the room is filling up with smoke and little bodies
 tell all the boys and girl from school
 to keep breaking all the rules
 don't let their parents know they're individuals
 Datura flakes off from your lips
 you've lost the swagger in your hips
 your eyes are turning blue to gray
 your skin feels soft and sagging down
 your arms drag against the ground
 with each step you take
 and they fall
 from the jungle gyms
 and they fall
 and piss away each night
 among the sound of bodies crawling round the room
 I can smell their flesh on everything left in this room
 chalk and scattered crayons on empty desks
 for weeks finding clumps of unwashed hair caught between the vents
 blowing.
 carry
 their little bodies
 to the cemetery
 so gently
 please don't let their necks crook towards the ground