Underlings
On this day in history
in open infinity
we were nothing.
Something scraping
our sides
longing to be worthy.
We taste tomorrow
with tongues
topped with treason.
Ablaze the world we shall set
silent in volume
unkempt and unclean.
Days collide
where nights reside
and redesign revival.
Smiles are cheap thrills
for the gremlin inside
to rejoice.
Don’t tether yourself
to this scene—
it fades like you.
Michael Penn II
