Whitewash the walls
Of the shopping malls
Until they gleam gleam gleam
Like a death museum
Mount and display
The ones who got in the way
Of the bulldozer's path
A war memorial to the enemies of math
To the ones who refuse
To disco dance on the crematorium steps
When we awake
From this deep, dark sleep
Will we crawl crawl crawl
From our self-made mausoleum
