This is me

This is me

Crying in the wilderness

Barely breathing

In the freezing air

Beneath the rubble

Of sub-standard concrete

Where survivors

Scrabble in the dirt

To make a living

From the disease

Of indifference

I look on from a mountain top

Hide in deep chambers

Fire more than rhetoric

Rain down destruction

From a carpark

I am a fly by

Sequencing my numbers

Selecting from a menu

Waiting for an entree

It is a flambe`

I am waiting tables

As the red mist falls

It hides my name

It is stitched into

The uniform

We are all the same

Building broken barricades

Matchstick palisades

And still we dream

Of Palaces

With gilded pavements

I am a token

Offer of support

From a distant land

I can press a button

With any hand

Delay the inevitable

Replay my demise

In slow-mo

I am not an avatar

Not even a movie star

Click me once

Click me twice

Click me gone.