Day Seventeen: Wafers and Wine of Sandblast Time - Trap Them

There were smelling salts that day

And she was like him was like them was like us

Holding plagiarized decisions

Based off backlogs of survival tactics

In another phone booth

Founded on shattered glass and traffic stops

And every one of those corner dives

Had quiet young teeth

That were ready to spark the hidden cameras…

Ready to document the damns and fights of revolt

Built on a stolen dime

And we all screamed

«Nevermind the cops

Just keep your head down and your eyes on your watch

And when the sky turns loud and your body shakes apart

Give them a horror/sight of how the vigilantes march.»

There was a halo of shock that night

That surrounded the city halls, the statue stones

It blocked the doors and gave up the roads to threats

And running hostile codes

Cadavers rose and walked out of morgues

And looked for new ways to signal out

That the hired guns will not work tonight

That the mains will run wild tonight

That the sewers' residents, the alley’s inhabitants

The orders' vacants…

All toss their livened limbs into tonight