Leder's Dream

On the new country
fields filled with nuclear silos
spit the bloodish rings of smoke
that doves mid-flight mutate choke,
that manic monkeys, carrion consuming
laugh at a swan's eye ha-ha-ha.
Golden eyes of pigs
vexed by drums un-ignited
watch genocide excited
as love stricken tree trunks
yearn the throngs of soil.

Eight melodies turns to six,
at blue-black sky 
people plagued and sick
sing at satan
their song of indignation
whilst weeping last stolen pets
to be mechanized.
A piano's rare but
somewhere a girl plays the melodies,
a young Hinawa wilts
in the palm of Leder's hand
as Leder is crying
(his tears are tall man tears.)

And the story's heart
corrodes with taint
but for preservation,
chemical injections
of strange binary:
Leder's sadness
is growing up frozen.
To see the fractured future
squeezing his song bird
for hope or electric luck.
An ocean breeze,
the gods float in
to watch the white ship sail.

Wake up Leader,
your heroes are here.