There was a Spartacus in the hill beyond the path
the hill was a dump and I know my dump history
it's a history of forgetting of methane of arcane t
rex and the kinds of kings that manufacture the raw
material of all these fossils and the ensuing fuel
May there be fuel! That is what life winces and fences:
stolen fuel from the graves of the long long long dead
the dead with spines a mile long and so old
old to remember every asteroid every failure of every
star that could have been the sun and every previous
satellite around every ounce and inkling of every
universe that failed to say I am sparks I mean I am
sparkling I mean I am a twinkle in the eye of the ideal
sprinkle of think-starched Spartacus failing again to become
another hill beyond the path a hill as a dump with a history
Roman Ryan 