ISLAND
no bell tolls
tinkles even
no alarm
or siren
nothing to
tell nobody
because nobody cares
nobody is listened
hope
that featherd bird
is cannibal kebabed
skewered on the fire
this is an island
packed with an
accumulation
of no men
great rich big
small men
all of whom
are islands
everyone
everything is trapped
for which
all must get praised
for manufacturing
something so
close
to the Hell ideal
beautifully evil
power’s
beautiful, soulless child
poems 2 die for 