Bad Entropy

BAD ENTROPY

In the 3rd district,
dogs don't wake up
to chase the mailman
when the mailman comes 'round
because the mailman never comes 'round
and the dogs are dead.

Well damn,

In the 3rd district
the factories pump soot
into our lungs until
we can no longer work the factories
so we build factories to build machines
to build factories to build machines
to work the factories,

And in district 3
we finally rest.

In the 3rd district
young women sprout wrinkles in the sun
to no fault of the sun at all;
shrouded by a veil of soot and birdshit

but even that doesn't last
because nothing does
in the 3rd district.

In district 3
birds rain from the sky
and dad says they are belly-flopping
which is something people did
all the time
back when there was water.

In the 3rd district
we cough until we know nothing else
our ears rendered deaf by the sounds of eachother,
vision no more
than a permanent image:
the insides of our eyelids

coughing coughing coughing
until we synchronize
in a pulsing S.O.S.

We cough until we slow and sputter out
and the machines slow and sputter out
and the factories spew
soot and slime and shit
until they bury themselves alive

and district 3
finally rests.

In the 4th district
a man sits on his porch reading an article
that promises a 20lbs loss with no change in diet.
His dog drops dead at his feet and he muffles a cough
but only thinks of the superbowl.