place saint louis

Meet Me in St. Louis

The namesake of a saint is about to burn
Soon to be a gateway to oblivion

Inertia ignites flames fanned by opportunists
Hungry to see death’s day in court

But death is the judge that can’t be judged
It perambulates through molotov streets
It laughs at the cries of injustice

We can’t ration out the rationale
While chaos reigns where an arch cuts the sky


-allen masterson