THE FIVE MINUTES HATE

Crosstown has no color.
Crosstown has no Christ.
Crosstown has no future.

No future.
No color.
No Christ.

I dream of E-Town:
A maze in a graveyard.

Emergency Town Volunteers
Swarm city walls.

Crisis and Summit concluded,
A new name, a New Now: Ecstatic!

We honor Our Ten Trillion Dead.
All the Living wear shrouds,
Flowers crowded everywhere.

Oil and plastic teardrops in every vending machine.
The Ten Thousand Years of Peace!
Fake Face Day! At last!

We Will Never Forget 9/16