• Bleak ironsteel ringing earthstring o'er tree
    Fleet orange peel - terror mound

    What have I sold?
    Nothing
    No goods to deliver,
    no moral to impart
    a trash train east, to the ocean sea

    "Death" screams from mine eye,
    On the tips of every branch
    In the squealing space between wheels
    Searing from the skies
    Ginger coal