Godspeed [Day 19]

Liberty cracked the bell
peals appealing to silver peddlers
propping poems on the sill
propping a canary to fetters

feathers litter the ground
inside the golden cage,
children crowd around
children fade away.

decay, the meal on the table
the body exhausts the kindling,
a thin wick to burn the air,
wax hair to burn everything.

_{capitalism is the new voodoo}

_{Written for free-verse poetry maven @d-pend's revolutionary poetry initiative The 100 Day Poetry Challenge [Advanced Group] undertaken for Steemit School where @d-pend will be hosting a daily poetry show at 5 PM GMT.}