Mannequin Republic

At The Drive-In

they'd call it a wasteland

auslander plates

you know its armor was human

drove stakes into the main camps

eyesockets sank into

the back of its head again

this frequency was jet lagged

yes the wrinkles mate

was the owner's manual



frequent flyers in denial

and all the while

emergency is evident

revenants were the statues

radar learning of huddles masses

sutured all the patience

of this nursing home

emitted from the pages

of this burial ground



labor concentrated

in this sheepless chapel

they call it a wasteland