"Poem 2" lyrics

Whose kid is this?
Born in the afterbirth
How I love this after-hours crying foul
A blink and a breath away
Easily asleep on destruction's doorstep
Wrung hands and furrowed fields
Beggarly and beaten bloody by hunched over screws
Stand up, eyes up, looking to the sky [?]
Barefoot on fortress walls, swimming in technology's ashes
After the fall will be an...