Their all parasites He says. <br />Fleas on His back and nape <br />His tridents tail His fiery mane. <br />They circle around His burning boils <br />Licking their ashes - anguished dust <br />They crawl through the labyrinths, <br />Of His eyes taking subway journeys <br />To crumbling monolithic churches <br />Suckling on blood and brimstone <br />And fire! They call themselves, <br />Banker's tourist asylum seekers <br />Stock-exchange material world leaders <br />They call themselves <br />Foreign exchange students…? <br />Liberated economic market equity slaves <br />They call themselves the avant-garde <br />But, their all his brothers <br />His suckling sisters <br />His riving desires His lust <br />Flea like rolling around on their bellies <br />Whispering please
