Sinking like the sickness says,   "sickened while the sinking stays."   Civilization is a train, speeding towards a tunnel,   painted on the side of a mountain   I will watch it sink into the earth,   like an empty suit of armor.   I can hear the engines grind, like screams of horses in a fire   Doing what the master said, at least until the master's dead   I saw them drag her in the street; the cops on pavement   broke her teeth.   She was screaming like a horse inside a fire