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Moon Me Sweetly
“I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful
of the night.”--Sarah Williams.
As violent storms,
politico & atmospheric,
congregation across every
bruiseprint of every parsec,
every parcel of this gut-me nation--
someone has snot-slip the facts,
managed to French my resolve,
cloud my curdled cognition,
and knife my numbness.
I tell you.
it is past time to fear
those in power who will
undoubtedly gleefully penis the public,
painfully dentist the dudes,
and woefully wound most of the women--
all with their implicit consent.
By the state full we will be forced
to line the lemmings up
at the precipices,
blindfold each individual,
then cliff their butts
into swirling dead zones,
before we stone them mid-drop,
concrete any semblance of grief,
soon needing to target the towers
of innocent bodies with torch blowers
and landfill in order to paper the deed;
arriving too soon at a terminus where
no one can justice the results,
equity the puddles of pure pain,
assembly broken limbs,
or erection torn souls.
For no matter how much our new leaders,
lip our livelihoods, or finger the facts, or knee
the truth, or hand over hardships, or larceny
our stripped naked liberty--
We have nothing to
fear but stupidity it-
self; bitter new fruit.
Posted over at dVerse Poets Pub