A hellish sun rose from the south on that day
Spider Monsters crawled out of the Patagonian soil
The ancient fisherman’s church in Port Disturbance
spouted
Dark blood from its rusted, salty steeple
A violent revolutionary’s coup attempt was stopped cold
By a demon army that spit fire and napalm from strange organs
The fish cannery where I slopped out a decent living
Overrun by a buzzing horde of large insect like things
tentacles lined with teeth slashed and strangled
Fish and human guts traveled conveyor belts and dripped on machinery
I busted out of there and fled down the road
Head throbbing with dull, brain squishing pain
Sanctuary
In a crumbling bait shop
As I listened to the carnage enveloping Tierra del Fuego
I yearn for my beloved, decaying Detroit
Dodging bullets and disgusting politicians.
ANGER AT THE END OF THE WORLD 
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