For Rhythmed Oppression

There is a rhythm in the dislocation
An appendix is the source material
For all father’s hymns and studied oppression

I have been made recent by your arrival
I have studied the seas for tremors
And I know the old books like a thought

Whenever the rhythm of idol hypocrisy
Leaves mother’s gates open
We will descend and apprehend
The task negotiator

For father’s hymns
For turnstile turncoats
And, of course, rhythmed oppression