Shattering Presents

The rolling scrolling now
howls at our scow

Crows live where the 
sails once trailed
catattering around the
peanut shells 

Our mines our minds our finds
treasure cannot exist
without the expectation of pleasure

Our nouns are shorter
for lost capitalization
and our capitals
appear as burned out
as our capitols

Rusted trust
is not solid enough
to go or get 
bust