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“Oh that my grief were thoroughly weighed, and my
calamity laid in the balance together.”--Job 6:2
Dying by the millions, while millions more line up for
the slaughter. The Kraken is amphibious, and
it is legion. We stumbled through the plague year
2020 like blind mice begging for the poison cool aid.
Hell, 2021 is half gone, and we witness fear and
ignorance among the vast unvaccinated allowing a
fourth Covid variant to feed upon us unencumbered.
Here is our pink necks, please bite.The planet
is bleeding out from a trillion cuts. Global Warming is
creating a Golem from blood and clay.
Trump flourishes. Nazis thrive. Mass shootings
multiply. Republicans lie in plain sight. There are so
many things to be angry about, my tears have fled.
There is no room for sadness within clenched fists
and teeth. So no, I do not weep at the world--I am too
busy sharpening my oyster knife.
Posted over at d'Verse Poet's Pub