Rinsing the pasts from the minds,
And crying frantic into drinks
As the sickness runs floods
From the drama of the microwave.
Born again into the facades
Of dead futures and defeats.
Televisions harvest children
Into sunsets of perfection and cool -
Dragging a crippled Mother; stifled dry, and pale.
Godless male ownership reigns with
The paradox of foul domination
In the world with grades of rank and filth.