Smoke gathers as liquid lathers To bubble into alveoli And remind mortals that a short while Is more than we deserve Severed from civility, civilization Pursues its extinction with zeal As unhealed hearts take bites Out of whichever mirror image Is near sharp front teeth Structural evils abound, no doubt But our worship of these Lucifers Amount to the denial of whethers And an insistence that we can control Whatever emerges from below An active knowing will