assembled in a mass
grouped inside pigeon holes
constructed by a sketch
a factory of evasion
the worms crawl to the win like salt to a slug
they wither to their knees
devoured by the architect
his blueprints spell constriction
he merely drew the increments
your father built the vice
i abdicate the architect
i don't believe you drew the plans
a carpenter without nails
a son without a father
your children fall on ashes
cling to a blistered
dreams broken by the blueprint
whatever you create
i'll be sure to burn