adust

it stands on the shore
of an ocean of char
while you
throat adust &
skin smoldering
manage only
a muffled grunt
adrift on your skiff
in response to the
waving tentacle arm
beckoning you back
salutations from
time to come
the button-made mischance
of braggadocios bullies
and overzealous allies
eager to please
set your sails
on dystopian seas