Digestion

Beneath a gray, overcast sky, 
Concrete towers like birdhouses loom. 
Elevators rush by, 
Windows fogged with the weight of gloom. 
The entrance hall sheds people like hazelnuts, 
Rolling into the depths of subway pits.

The patrol evokes memories of war films, 
Uniforms hanging loose on a skinny boy. 
Do the policemen’s ears burn with shame, 
Or is it simply too hot in our land?

The collar is buttoned tight. 
The escalator hums as it glides. 
I look down, then up— 
The motor’s steady drone 
Doesn’t frighten the rats that hide.

I dig and search for change in my pocket, 
A beggar passes by once more. 
Not enough for a ticket to see his mother, 
While a busker plays his violin on the floor.

The stench is unbearable... 
People, wake up! Children with filthy socks, 
Their odor sickening— 
What will you become 
With beer burps and ashtrays?

An endless stream of souls 
Tears apart a paratrooper without legs... 
Oh, Gray Angel! 
Take us away from this place, 
So that none may return,

For Techno has arrived! 
DJ Dusty has spoken his truth. 
With chips embedded in our brains, 
It has burrowed deep, 
To "ignite" 
Digestion!

*Digestion is the era when techno consumes humanity.*

November 17, 2010.