Centripetal

Thanks for subjecting us to your daily plights,
imbue us with your hurts.
These manic whiplash emotions;
rage at the semblance of slippery reason,
we’re all here to cheer you on.

Keep screaming that injustice tune,
croon the sweetness of your sorrows.
We’ll buy that track up,
keep repeat on without pause.

You’re burning the stake,
such a sweet, little martyr.
We’ll tear our hearts out,
hand them over still beating-
would that even satiate you?

Keep falling down that endless pit--
you’ve cut the chute.
We’ll teeter over abyss,
plaintively wailing that disabuse.

Your black hole is voracious;
we’ve become cosmic fodder.