The ice melted about us all;
We tried to swallow it down --
(they called us liars)
We demanded Revolution with our last gasping breaths
(they punished us, stripped us of our human souls
we replaced them with machines.)
We rose like the sunflowers they tore from the screaming earth,
Bloodied and exhausted and furious.
Fingers slippery with the miracle of our own ichor;
Grasping at ropes twisted of hemp and hope
Hauling ourselves unaided from the dissonant undertow
Made iron-spirited and disbelieving
Trust as too vital a currency to spend.