You ask me what's the matter?

Everything's curling
Matter is bending
with the heat:
fires and frictions
of her children

This warpig terrain
now kinked and knotted,
hairs dyed, shaved
or plucked;
epidermis scarred
with metal claws,
with chemical acids

pits bored;
towers afixed;
veins diverted;
bridges stappled, like
elastic pins
to hold the bandage

If only these wounds
were just hospital play
but Earth's children
are extremely wicked

What a horror show!