We built cities on top of cities
sunk into forgotten plains
painted over histories

and folkish sex rituals. Their aims?
Carnivorous: blocks home many of us
and consume our cells. Again,

when it comes down to the choice
between free-love (knots
of limbs, young lips, spliffs, lust)

and navigating through shots
of searing, honey-coloured liquor
twice a year (at each equinox

as the cities continue to devour
their contents on a daily basis)
we choose during the unholy hour

amidst written words in stasis
and the cracks in the night’s skies
to forget where our place is.