I see the dirt on their wings
I see the lava in their hearts
I see larvae in their stomach
I see the fire in their veins
I see the silence in their eyes
I see the clutter in their ways
I look around
I can see the war mongers
I can see the necro-maniacs
I can see the anarchy-capitalists
I can see the trans-humanists
I can see the crypto nights
I can see the wood pickers
I can see the whistleblowers
I can see the ostriches
I can see the nymphs
I can see the hedonists
I can see the effervescent
I can see the ineffectual
I can see the silver spoons
I can see the grass hoppers
I can hear their voice and velocity
I can feel their vibrance and veracity
I would love to follow their exodus
I would love to map their locus
However I know they all perish in pace
However I know they all pass the prime
Only scavengers will survive
Scavengers of all your dirt
Scavengers of all my dirt
Scavengers of all your filth
Scavengers if all my filth
Scavengers of all our filth
They will skin my earth
They will vein my earth
They will win my earth
Scavengers will survive
Scavengers did survive
Scavengers do survive
Scavengers all around
Scavengers in silence
Scavengers in fume
Scavengers in fury
Scavengers in fissures
Like a cockroach in meditation !
