Engineering Centuries

Engineers are arguing with architects
and do well for they know their opinion
is right and fair

Someday you’ll turn into a place
in a square

and the thief with light feet
will feel as his neck snaps

The sun fell down in its haunted abyss
and the T’rex starts to cry black

Ants start to march to town
and things start to blow up and down
the speed of their death sings through
those ancient deserts and seas and mountains
and hid underground

We ride those bones sometimes as rappers in humvees
Sometimes we’re drug dealers flying from Brazil