Zillions of minions smelling of garlic and onions
Strongly stood in charge of wrongly directed barges,
Boxcar railers, and semi-tractor trailers :   commerce
Dispersed with slippery trickery underfoot, cursed
At every venture, all workers indentured, journeys
Of sorrow for all foreseeable morrows yet to come ;
The blue-green Earth of hadean birth, small and fallen
To swarms of mechanized machinators intent
On iron-fisted massacres of left-listed heart-
Bleeders .   One zero-to-infinity hero beyond
The most probable ego-stopping seeds sown within
By the brutal blows peeping into her steel-trap soul ;
Until those eyes are blinded by a lioness–minded
Girl who infiltrates the ingrates waiting insouciant
For the holdout nuisance to totalitarian
Trumpets sounding a fanfare forever .   For a counter
Movement grows exponential even before the snow
Of ash settles from an apoplectic pyrotechnic
Hub crumpling wrought by the mettle of a martyr—
A revolution starter—gone but strong in the new order .