nine

you get the drastus/cyt/hostis 3-way split
you admire the packaging
you attempt to read the black-on-black liner
you give up

you attempt to file the A5 CD booklet
you file it with the books for a while
you leave it by the stereo a while
you consign it to limbo

where have you come from
walking along the earth
walking around down there
that's what the book said

not "seeking the ruination of men":
that was a gloss

you get the drastus/cyt/hostis 3-way split
you listen to it
you listen to killer mike
you attempt some unworkable math

you think about wagner
you think about anger
you try filing the A5 CD booklet again
you admire their tenacity

and when you notice
that drastus has a song called "drastus"
you want to praise God
in His high heaven, smiling down upon the earth -

or perhaps not smiling: c'est la vie,
say the old folks, goes to show you never can tell