research says

you come to me now,
face creased with pillow welts.

mutter weren't ever a way out,
the route's been sodafied.
things have gone and been made
a sloppy mess of.

your father is wearing a bear suit
blackened lips lax and drooling.

hisses i seen the engine,
know how to plow down a whole snarl,
i have planted the forest of meat trees,
i can tell you what they smell like
at sundown.