Layers

Electoral magicians

waving their silhouette magic

over the living labyrinth

collecting dust

from the winds of discontent.

 

Creating the layers for hiding plots,

coating with messages

having their own subterfuge.

 

Zombies are born

from inhaling the pollutants

swallows by the terraces

where a demented orchestra

plays a dirge unseen.

 

Felt crawling in the marrow,

ignored while scratching

beneath the facades

where lies tint and denial thrives.

 

Dreaming mirages of storms

to drench the screaming suffocation,

resigned to bury all lusted tinker toys

where their form still hint at hope,

but corpses kill

the laughter.