I can't hear you over the sound of 500 pounds

Your soft hand combs me, the obedient dog.

I'm salivating at your bell, but–

distracted I watch petals of fire through the window.

And I'm sorry I can't hear you talking...

When the screams are ear muffs

–Sorry please know I want your ten digits on my temples

(Not this point of light pain inflating my head)

Oh are we pressed for time?

Let's make the slaughter quick then.

I just want to evaporate and reconstitute elsewhere

Sorry, sorry, bring your head to mine again!

I'll put on blinders to these–

Metal birds who forever feast and shit on the helpless

I guess we'll forget it since I'm deaf and...

I can't hear your requests over the sound of 500 pounds breaking bodies in two.