Gouge the axes through the marble,
Sear the wound with disbelief.
Tear the bark down from the palms,
Let the severed stems breathe.
They broke out the lions,
Dragged half-mast through the streets,
Left saliva to dry and stale upon
The bodies of these dirt paved beasts.
So burn the fields again,
Add salt to the seeds.

And I can’t hear your screaming;
You’re leashing your demons.
And we all know the feeling
Of wearing the noose.

Brush away the stone chipped faces,
Watch for sparks from metal knees.
Thick claws scabbed open the gates,
With Athena tearing down all the trees.

Step back from the light;
Step out from the flames.
We all wear the noose.