Satin skies rain tepid blood
along beaten stone streets
encapsulated in settlements arcane
yet foundational still,
Primordial in silence deafening,

But green pastures do look on
to the new world
where supplication inspired symphonies
back in the throngs of the great imperial,

Where innocent babes were slaughtered
in the hallowed name of capital
guised as scripture
and contorted to break mortal bonds,
crack by Crack,

break by Break,
Until power was instilled
and the ancient eyes of deities bold
stared on to fiery cities
steeped in sinew and flesh rotten,

but behold one man cries on
as ashes flay the living mercilessly
and tan there idle hands
in punishment for passive consent,

For he has risen beyond earthly chains
and through frigid underworlds
he has come to slay all folk obstinate
as he once did centuries ago in Judea,

Long before fabled markets decimated
this emerald orb, No, Long before
sands did shift as black gold trickled down
the spineless hands that demarcate
our new slayer, Otherworldly,

Or rather conscious currency,
Encrypted and destined to execute.

Anthony is a mixed-race poet & writer whose work tends to focus on social inequality throughout late-modern society. Anthony travels frequently and has spent most of his life in Kuwait jostling between the UK & America. Anthony’s work has been published 55 times. Anthony has 1 published chapbook titled ‘The Great Northern Journey’. Twitter/Instagram: @anthony64120