deliverance does not come,

as does the bell-boy from his duties,
the rough-boned burly man from his cell.  

with the calendar days deemed ignorant,
the time-clocks cloak themselves.  from what?  

natural disasters are nothing, nothing I say,  
compared to cold metal making nests
within a womb.  and men, are wild -

run rampant through the night,
start fights, take heaven to tired veins and
in blind glory, ignite.