Inform the Monkeys

no more niceties from living soil
no more growth of uncertain future
no more own control
but
herding nanotech cats
as amusement for the elite
they released us
to our devices
fluid form
the languid steps
of the freaks that pray
to the gods
to absolution
to the Sea
they rang yon bells
with bashful glee
stroke aurally inside
the rhythm that gleaned
and the vibrations shook
the vibrant panic 
four-dimensional
sonic mushrooms
so then revolutions ring
blood in our beards