by D George Gawlik
we were born
of dust gathered
and we will pass
into dust scattered
nothing will hold
all the small things will
emit the greatest scream
and the cats will
smother the babies
and the skunks will
demand yes demand to be
crushed under tires
nicks and cuts in
the sky will
knit themselves
oceans and seas of
piss and shit will
froth and boil over the
borders and drown
the dreamers
blackened roses will fit the
skins of the politicians
the counters of the extinct
will become extinct
yet the rats will laugh and
run mad across the
yellowed maps
and the rapists and the
popes will have
a lasting sameness
at last

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