“Synecdoche of Chalice”

Rising to the top leaving a trail of poison
Mindlessly consumed by ants of the sky
Wretched soil, pests warding pests
The black plague is upon us
In our livelihood, whose less than the sum of its parts
Synecdoche of chalice
Chloric infrastructure
We betrayed the sun
How can it shine on?

Acid rising to the top
Spilling into cranial landfills
Imploding stomach
Everything gone to waste
Worms between the ears
Scales, plugs and pale radiance
Synthetic substances quell the sun
Hate, dissonance, a cacaphony of spirit
All hail the sun!
Shivering masters of tortured fauns
Controlled packs of sustenance
Controlled substances of ennui
Fatigue, abundant famine, purge it out
No one to turn to but oneself
All hail the sun!