we’re not going to make it

there is no different between morning and night
there is no passage of time
or sun or moon
or sky
but asphalt
and there is also aimless transaction
and the evacuation of intestines
into neglected waters
and agape mouths
of those with nothing left to give
or say
who eat barely warmed slop
from their designated trough
whose flesh is massaged into indifference
by the hands of alcoholic farmers
as they wait for slaughter
there is that