Evolution's Fading Fingerprints

time boasts its ugly corners. 
a delicate bargain of shame and power. 

caustic dolls loosed from their dresses. 
chewing on their plastic grins.

their voices come in proper storms. 
a cornucopia of why. 

time sells us. our want its only commodity. 
tangled ribbons in the throats of strays. 

the paradox of simple thieves 
with nothing left to steal. 

their world all back doors and breadcrumbs. 
change just a small piece of candy caught in our teeth. 

time melts under our skin. a glorious disease. 
offering a cure with each new infection. 

progress overtakes us. 
a long series of murders 

time listens for our surrender.
as if we still have something left to lose.