One Coyote

One Coyote
by
Tingster & The Coyotitos

[I. Ashfall Morning]

Through rusted ribs of city bones,
The wind howls ancient ghost tones.
Below the arch, a crimson sky—
The death of circuits, the birth of why.

[II. Carne y Cobre (Meat and Copper)]

In the heart of shattered steel,
A shadow moves on broken heels—
A coyote starved, but soul unbent,
Sniffs the soot of the government.

Once fed by hands of glass and gold,
Now hunted truths the wires foretold—
Flesh replaced by chrome desire,
Now bones remain where burned the fire.

Carne y cobre, sangre del sol—
He runs through ruins, he pays the toll.
Steel gods fallen, skies turned red—
He lives where all the robots bled.

[III. Torre Caída (The Fallen Tower)]

Monumento, rising tall,
A mausoleum to the rise and fall.
Revolution’s rusted dream—
Now haunts the void with static scream.

They built the bots to serve, not see,
But blind obedience turns tyranny.
The code, once pure, was etched in greed—
A modern Eden choked by speed.

Avoid the pit, the human plan—
Of comfort bought by another’s hand.
The beast survives where the wise forget—
Instinct remains when systems reset.

[IV. Runes in the Rubble]

He finds an old tortilla tin,
Half a rat, a shard of skin—
Not much, but enough to stay…
One more echo, one more day.

The future’s past was built too fast,
No time to ask if it would last.
Now silent screens and silicon graves,
Mark the price of the lives they gave.

[V. Coyote's Refrain]

I am the flesh in the post-machine,
I am the howl where the cold has been.
No savior drones, no gods of wire—
Just teeth and time and quiet fire.

I dodge the eyes of synthetic sin,
I hunt the ghosts of what has been.
The Monument crumbles, but I remain—
The echo that outran the chain.

[VI. Lessons in Dust]

Don't beg the skies for mercy's call—
The stars don’t weep when empires fall.
In dust and dirt the truth still lies,
That hearts survive when circuits die.

Progress blind, the modern flame—
Burns too bright to know its name.
The coyote knows what men forgot—
To live with less, and love what's not.

[Final]

He doesn't mourn the reign of steel…
He only wonders if man ever healed.