Eyes gleam in darkness want to kill us
To pierce our air-conditioned haze
Our false bubble
To let the world in, sweating and congested
Fingers feel for our weakness
Always creeping back though smashed
And smashed with force
Without a center
Without remorse
The scramble to survive:
All life washing in a tide
Against the stanchions of America
Almost sinking this fragile boat
As history rages stronger