Crashed
even the young had creases
which cut through the heartland
of ther fate-slapped cheeks.
the eyes of a vendor
were the eyes of a worker
were the eyes of a senator
were the eyes of a stray dog
who whined like the people
who had sawed themselves
with the sharpness of big lies
down onto their own knees--
a status as callous and heavy
as the fear that had broken
family for a new kind of loyalty,
one in which even the luckiest
pranced as if their hearts had been gutted.
no one dared speak of it.
everyone scurried beetle-happy
in isolated bubbles of personal shame.
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Coming to a country near you, the complete failure
of humanity to choose basic decency over Darknesss, fear, pettiness and hate.
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