We Stand Hand in Hand in Aftermath

[Cramulus]

(This is a draft for the Age of Aftermath magazine project.)

We Stand Hand in Hand in Aftermath

The present's almost over
and it flows away from me
Reflecting back a memory
it drifts into the sea

They say we see sepulcher
in this bureaucratic tangle
but the field of poppy culture
is just one camera angle

We bathe in time, an acid bath
and We dissolve, perplexed
So begins the age of Aftermath
exhaling what comes next

We're hand in hand in Aftermath
the age of what will be
Horizon smoke is rising
from the wreckage that is We

Remembering, forgetting
this cultural bazaar
Bureaucracy is setting,
so arise the morning star

And in the smoke what shapes will form?
What phantoms will we make?
For we are made of form and formula
but also dross mistake

[Payne]

cool!

And in the smoke what shapes will form?
What phantoms will we make?
For we are made of form and formula
but also dross mistake

[the dreadful hours]

i came

[Mangrove]

cool!

And in the smoke what shapes will form?
What phantoms will we make?
For we are made of form and formula
but also dross mistake

2nded. Extra points for the last line.

Not just a pretty face with a fake moustache after all 

[Cramulus]

 

[Bobby Campbell]

Phenomenal! 

[The Wizard Joseph]

 

Finely wrought
And timely!