Steep Pitch (poem)

With pieces of eight new found worlds
a way out of sure rat trap hurls
syndicalist tribes
and organized bribes
Wall Street rides
t’other side

  Everything fast stuck in place
ancestral homes of sword and mace
jet the least consist
in hope, dreams and mist
finite lists
current grace

Anarcho-vindicalism
cynics brought final schisms
diverged capsize talk
complete future shock
stop fat balk
pitch wisdom.