Poem: For Us

 

For Us

 

 we muddles of flesh

can’t fathom the insouciance of the sun,

prefer the wallows of shadow.

 

our priss-froze secrets

loathe the gnaw of dawn,

seek cloaks of ghasted rain.

 

noon practically stabs us.

lawful the bright candor

of its accurate purity.

 

the stars, heaven’s wards,

dog to mock our torn trellis

of bestial myths.

 

for us

 

to look at a sweet blue sky

is to vomit in fear

at how stupidly we bleed.

 

we carve and crave this darksome path,

in a flawless universe 

of beauiful math

 

and could have miracles for wings.

and yet any hint of hopeful feather

we claw to pluck,

 

lowering our heads to whine.

 

 

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Today, or yesterday, Trump said Gaza should be "cleaned out," thereby sanctioning the gross and obvious international atrocity of ethnic cleansing.  Such is the world now, a place where genocide is back, despite all the warnings.  Despite all the "Never Again."