Murdmunnoc
 

I think it is when formalities gave way
that hatred glimmered like golden curls

thin march of the penguin tango dancers
whispering-in, I've only caught bad pay

yesterday everybody on Earth died and I
didn't really notice - corner of my eye

and shed a tear or two I guess - or try
like showing one's humanity, some tithe

sweating like an idea of forgiveness or
the wisdom truncated to fit into before