Public Poem by Daegonius Bonapartea

out into the world of scattering i plunge
into the deluge of humans i scavenger to judge
all who have misjudged me, in the scorge of idiocy implored.
i sit here with nothing in the world that is only to me, so bored.
i turn around and see the sky abhore me into nothingness, it deepens my sore. my core is strong but weak is its sides, how will i ever decide what to become now, now that its all been taken; he enters the tower of greatness, and the millions cry out in blood, and the laughter of the crows turn to stone and mud