what will

America pretends
America exists,
but that America,
America, is gone.

Find a safe room,
American,
under the ground
All wireless coverage
will soon be down

Find a safe room,
and keep one
ear to the ground

listen to
the fall of empire,
autumn of atom,
the spirit leaving

listen to
the pressure leak,
the hissing as
the spirit escapes

this carnival balloon
deflating and settling

for what?
what will be?
what will be?

third rail talking

when you walk

underground

electric train

roars by so loud

your soft flesh  

and bones frail

when you walk

that dark tunnel

you cannot walk 

without peril

you will touch

the third rail

then it's the

third rail talking

it's the

third rail talking

from your mouth

third rail talking

touch the third rail

and the third rail

will loosen 

your tongue

will loosen 

all your tongues

that face 

you see in the dark?

swimming up 

out of the dark?

that voice 

you hear in the dark?

it's the

third rail talking

it's the

third rail talking

from your mouth

third rail talking

touch the third rail

and the third rail

will loosen 

your tongue

will loosen 

all your tongues