Seasons Of Salt

The damage is done
We consumed it all
We cave to the sun
And the seasons of salt.

When the meat
Has nothing left to eat
And self reflects
Existentially
Church and state
Scour the skies
For ways to explain
Exactly why
They now fill their guts
On the flesh of their
Constituents.

Now the most
Valuable mineral
Is sodium chloride
Should we salt ourselves?

A new food chain defined
By class and race
And breeding stock
By those who best
Can spin stories of
Disappointed gods.

History has shown
Man will gnaw the bones
Of friends
In the end.

The damage is done
We consumed it all
We cave to the sun
And the seasons of salt.

The rain may fall
In the years to come
And wash the bodies
Of who succumbed
To our greatest weakness
A need for sustenance.

We'll go to ground
Hide from the light
And desperate neighbors
Eager to bite.

Clouds pregnant
With gray nourishment
Disembowel themselves
Far too late
For us to grow any grains.

Something will grow
In our place
Once the salt
Is washed away
The rain will reclaim.

We caved to the sun
And the seasons of salt
The rain may fall.