capitalism 9-5

stepping across stone and broken shards of rock

skin sliced, streaming in blood

step wearily across the gloomy plain

darkness rises up from the horizon

choking on the pale centre of the sky

eyes glance around in blank expressions

lonely hands tremble as rain howls and slams

where money screams and shouts and drives

where heads spin mad

where the lonely cave breathes frost and ice

where the finger holds out in desperate reach

where loneliness binds like a snake in the night

where your brain is drowned by hammering tide

and spirit crunched in the silent bite