Thump thump thump
Whistle while you walk
and rustle into brethren mists.
Coarse lines divide us
and surge inside us, with vitriol.
Thump thump thump
Hold hands,
make plans,
clamber for those radiant hills;
we bruise when we bounce together.
Thump thump
Amassed, we are seismic when we surge;
Red and bulbous and full of hot air
Thump