Asking for it,

 
and then they let the people let themselves come
 
to the sinking, shrinking surface at the kiss of the burning helm.
 
A triangular divide between the haves, have-nots, an uncertain chosen pretender
 
 
 
Who takes a chosen piece,
 
breaks it into three
 
garishly proceeds.
 
To cause centre-stage chaos.
 
 
War for wages,
 
grabbing, shaking themselves silly…
 
drops themselves purposefully in the middle of the unidentifiable equation,
wherein – crumbling, burning, fusillade buildings and complex chockablock soundbite apartments heap.
Dutifully
one atop another
when wishful thinking tends
 
at mending absolutely nothing.
 
transforming absolutely everything, everybody and their empty-headed necessities, inescapably
 
Into that of an almighty tailspin.