34: Planning

Hands on the emergency exit,
out of chaos,  distress and the sacrilege scent,
The convoy's leaving, so "thanks for nothing".

grab your parachutes with your pale white knuckles,
electricity buzzing from head to toe.
We were told to do this.
Stunt-double nightmare — he didn't show up.
The leader's abysmal call to distress slays all logical reasoning.
Natural wake-up calls, nature rattles,
and it takes a lot of hate
to overthrow their spins and demeaning.
We were told to listen.