Sunday, November 11, 2012

the snuffle of a coming future

if this gets too real please

O his dread in that moment is that
he will die and leave everything behind
the blindness and the yellow
for the inheritance
the mother thing, let us not misremember
one day my son he shouts at the vast window
above the city nightfall
all of this will be yours

(China fills capsules with human baby flesh etc)

where is your outrage at this?
oh there yes

all of us from the outer wards huddled
in dressing gowns
around the victims
just in case

if this gets too real please
approach an attendant


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