the pretenders wore masks during their invasion
trod through basket-like land with weighted shoulders
buzzed their lips to monotonous melodies
recruited members for a cult of insensibility
their rituals required sacrifice of self
wove a falling apart people inside structure
where walls were not silent, crimson lights flashed,
and evacuation was most necessary.
left their skins and the others to piercing sounds
of talking walls, and shouting sirens
watched with their faces hung, and their masks off
left the buildings, grim under their forgery!
only woke after sunset, when the sky became lonely
walked themselves to a place most desolate
where the earth was flat, and weeds
did not dare grow
stood for a while
took deep breaths
and slept

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