Identikit - Burning Airlines

Century opens like we’re breaking yellow tape at the scene of something ciminal,

beyond obscene caught just a glimpse, another rubbernecker rocketing past —

all perpetrators, or refugees?

it is a carnival crime

we’re queued for the fire this time, so push the pace to race against all the

faces in this identikit

we’re frozen, lsitening to the sun, waiting for new kinds of light to come;

so little heat from whatever we set ablaze

burning so bright for all the kids who need effigies?

the time has long since passed to stop, just drop this role

self-immolations only heightening a certain relief

i was never even warmed by the glow

it is a carnival crime

try on all ears and all eyes, and push the pace to race against all the faces

in this identikit we’re frozen, listening to the sun, awiting for new kinds of

light to come;

so little heat from whatever we set ablaze

burn through the features and enver see the face

consumed by the known, escape routes are closed nowhere to go but still we run

we snap to fit to this identikit