Radioactive Pigeons Guided by Voices

Minted waxed
Left overtaxed
Then undisturbed
Fallen trapped
Bereft
Hard to touch

Last of days
The ocean speaks
And sparks the darks
And it begs they do not kill themselves

Flying off the rail
Speak for lying
And signal an orange changeling
Dawned upon us
On her ancient eye lids

Heat the rivers
For religion
Time the bottle
May you always know yourself

Drink the fish man
Dismal is what man
Is what does
Impression of an image that was