To Account

Locus and motion: it's chaos, it's wheeled:
dusty propulsion, pre-pulsed and and well-heeled.
See minds meandering: dull daily grind,
See more in passing, all jostle, unkind...
Smoke hazards hello one man's passing eyes,
then, eyeblink-quick, the omnipresent flies
descend, down upon this statement most raw
from unseemly traitors, mere mongrels of war...
A robot's arm grasps... A gasp and a sigh -
stopping another attack from On High.
This endless problem we cannot surmount:
for none will be there when they're called to account.

SiKee 0510