Transfixed by a distant chaos   Locked inside a violent womb   Brood into frenzy   I witness what’s foredoomed   Amid seven in a subway car   Tearing towards a country   Emblems drenched in darkness   Twisting their faces from me   Ubiquitous market   With the innocence watching   To see what’s on the table   To see what it’s costing   We will debauch and debase them   Then be sickened by their sins   Blank books and baby bastilles   Will follow hollow hymns   In steepled business buildings   Housing holy banks   They manufacture messiahs   Upholding human ranks   Back stair descent   Through sentient corridors   Presumed escapes   Just roomfuls of foreigners   Dizzying signals   And fleeting flashes   Have led me backwards   Through dream and ashes   Transfixed by a distant chaos   Locked inside a violent womb   Transformed to a newborn chorus   That’s sung from a sacred wound