Crawl away in shame now, you cannot do otherwise.
We saw what you said, we heard what you did.
Like a house built with still-wet bricks that slump as you lay them,
like a scree-covered hillside that calls itself a trail.
A smoking heap left behind, ticking as it cools.
A grave left uncovered for the ease of the ghouls.
You Terror, you Erebus, you ice-mangled derelict
lost with all souls in pursuit of max ROI.
What have you done to his eyes, you maniacs?
Kept the tie tack but let your membership lapse.

Hide yourself, hide you from this machine's vibrant hum,
before it takes you sideways.

But everything's OK: your suburban PD deploys
LRADs on MRAPs while you enjoy the au pair.
Your terrified error, your comforting lie —
but you can't be a racist, you've watched all The Wire.
And motionless, stuck in the tarpits of talking points...
Why not disappear? Why bother holding on?
Why not just let go and slide down this verdant incline,
towards the waiting bamboo spikes.

Hide yourself, hide you from this machine's vibrant hum,
before it takes you sideways.

A man who made comfrey tea with foxglove mistakenly
lived long enough to hear his wife say "You've killed us."
Hide yourself, hide you from this machine's vibrant hum,
before it takes you sideways.

Last verse in the chapter of your long betrayal:
4 horsemen, 3 horses, 2 squabble, a gunshot.
Still we will arrive in traditional fashion: slick
with the gore of all those that crossed us,
be they man, woman, child, beast, or drone.