lament.

the craven angels 

send their ferrets

of reconnaissance 

north to sentinel

for content.

satellites are for 

the spying of 

citizens,

their discontent 

rises.

with an early start

the bakers lead

the eat the rich

revolution, who

better to prepare

the feast?

four and twenty 

blackbirds cry sirens,

the dead don't hear

their eulogy.