Digital Blood Opera

47°C death-sweat / amber terminals bleeding truth /

Dr. Hook's nicotine fingers tap-dancing apocalypse

while Brother Walton's diabetic breath

fogs surveillance cameras with holy lies—

BANG!

Blue box screaming 2600 Hz funeral hymns,

Lorain's dead colonel father whispering through

fiber optic graveyards: "Question everything, baby girl"

as orphan money buys minis…