O, we who have been placed at the end of time:
may the Divinely fallible love of market disruptors
come looting and burning like a thief in the night.
the huddled masses find no flag more suitable than the black,
and whether She leans on rifle or plough,
Her eyes remain transfixed on the Commune.
would you know the Commune of Thou,
were it to stand before you like a thief in the light?
It is the abasement of Mammon and the devaluing of Time,
it is the cadence of a pair of feet in lieu of a calvary.
“O, we who have been placed at the beginning of Something Different,
as it was, never shall it become.”
