Behind…
Cast iron hillsides
Teething with artillery canons
Where guardian angels bleed
Into the eye of plastic hurricanes
And dawn light shines an array of ghostly flesh
You will find bystanders
Buried in scape goat carcasses
And pedestrians galloping upon vehicles of broad denial
Projectors painting the lawless desert skies
As truth is whispered on the wind
And those with no form
Gather in the amber light of dusk

And there you will know the machine…

You will be hunted
As veins rise beyond your skin
Beyond what is seen
Pronouncing vascular realms
Behind the curtain…