heraldry, and then some

Carry me through my streets
so I can smell the wonder
of my people

They wave and they vomit
through sheer love, I assume,
palms open showing me grace.

I hear the squelching civilisation
groaning orgasmic in their deference;
it’s a bit much, but it will do.

They carry one another,
even if asleep,
to get a better view.

Fireworks tear by me;
a celebration! I wave at the
gritted smiles and they wave back.

The dirt makes them happy,
and they sling it to share,
from up their burnt out, leaning stack.

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