A Cargo of Green Hearts
~POEMS~
the world has gone mad--
the politicians are crushing our eyes as we sleep teeth ooze through keyboards someone stomps the sweetest blade of grass and the last tiger striped in midnight wind and sunset growls and dies in a Chinese blender. "so what everything burns," someone insinuates despite the salt you throw over your shoulder. an itch, tenderness for the fallen the precious, such baggage. the child isn't burning in Aleppo that's too far she is burning here, Here! in the crèche of your ribs in the hallow. to live you must choose to be the child you must choose to be the tiger choose to dance like you too burn you too spin in the wind midnight and sunset before ash. or take your sex among the dead be silent as a missing tongue silent as they silently come to toothpick the forests of Brazil silent as they silently come with chlorine mops for your brown children shut up be silent stay silent while the humpbacks scream so subliminally in their bottomless beds. Comments are closed.
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