We are monsters now, fangs dripping
with the blood of our victims, the rent
flesh of our children & parents in gluey
attachment to our sinewed talons.
We breathe fire & excrete carrion.
We cannibalize our own refuse,
sodomize uncomfortable thought.
Now is the time for horror, while
ideas such as kindness & comfort,
hope & creation are not even
disdained, merely left aside,
moldering beside the empty road.
—Todd Young
