You will be safe with duct tape.
Hemlock branches burst and kill off all,
hopes pace, displaced, flowers flow out pollen paste.
The words your rights are written in are in lower case, then reshaped.
Potted plants are all need,
while you are stuck their hurt with wall painted obscene,
weeds weave up a dead tree,
the letters the alphabet ruined then heated up your disease,
then repeat, wake the ghosts.
Radio signals reach then teach the untruth.
Fortified with calcium and no proof, mis-used.
Fills the air in a frequency that just doesn't happen to be,
tightly around your neck in a noose.
Sent out signals by old father Christmas' troops, let loose,
and mourners march in quiet retreat nailing fact sheets to their feet,
they are missing those who did not leave and are still alive for them to see,
we introduce ourselves eternally in a farewell toast.
We are the silent living, they are the loud ghosts.