Loss

Been thinking ’bout loss

A lot

Over the last few decimals

Last few dots

Numerals spin like slots

On Ra’s wristwatch

Counting coins in pots

Taste like blood

Taste like aluminium

Look like POGs

3 cheers for what we got

For every ball: dropped

For every heart: stopped

For every wall: hopped

What is, is what’s what

Tha block iz hot

Zombies watch vlogs

Angels turn cogs

Transcending every box

Soar more, StarFox

Circle crops

Leave secret codes in treetops

Quest books, with multiple plots

Thumbed pages, propped

More soul than a whole skate-bowl full of Crocs

Flip your lid, kid

Flip your rock

With the force of a caber toss

Cock your bow

Cock your glock

Shoot your shots

Beautify holes with pretty, sticky gloss

Seminoles don’t roll over

Don’t sign treaties

Don’t call leech-ghoul-pagans boss

Never that

Forever not…

Been thinking ’bout loss

Quite a lot

Been thinking ’bout loss

Quite a lot

Remembering how to play organ

In this abandoned church

Covered in flowers

Covered in fire

Thanking GOD.