"Men with Guns"

dust storm of Muse-silence
the paradox of thrift
the faces of calculus
diamond burns in the blurred homunculus

the facets of calculus
burn like stars in the human metropolis
the necessity of thrift
silently the storm comes on

the burning babe lights us
without calculations
dust storm of crowd-particles
the paradox of waste

no answer lies in thrift
in this blizzard where the Muse wails
a bonfire of homunculi
is the calculus of dust


"I think we may be hitting the point where enough is enough, there is no longer going to be value for humanitarians to even be there."