The dream starts first with fire, then ice.
The source of the fire is clear, stemming
From this new devastation
In which an orange man fights the yellow
He so implicitly sees at each call.
This does not refer to the tint that so
Engenders the racist, as it does
The perception of the bullying breed
With tamed balls. Strangled by whores,
Their stopped love transmutes itself
Into chaos. By focusing on threat’s
Masturbation their empty release
Damns us all. In their fat bellied swarm
Fatal stings pierce our softness
As irradiated blood lends its colour
To the enveloping skies warp and fall.
The ice that forms will be black
And carbon primed; Death’s true diamond, Fed and made by that fire as the sores
Of breath tumour forth. Two mad children
At play with all of the things we call adult.
Two well fed fat faces who in gorging
On heat, seal cold’s curse.
David erdos 27/9/17
Illustration Nick Victor