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soft rains
05:46
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The clock ticked on,
Repeating and repeating its sounds
Into the emptiness
The water pelts window panes.
Running down the charred west side.
… entire west face … black, save for five places.
The man, the woman, the children, the ball, remained.
The rest was a thin, charcoaled layer.
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Driving through a functionally dead world.
Homeostatic winds bring the warm air
To a once evergreen landscape
I remember you anxiously scanning the groves
Branches curled, pained, infected with tetanus.
I want to comfort you, but we both know it’s over.
Soon it will be engulfed
Those visiting will pose behind a vinyl backdrop
To remind themselves
“It must have been beautiful”
Science progresses one funeral at a time.
Lets hold one for those who don’t see our truth.
There’ll be no eulogies, not final last words, as their bones are laid to rest.
We refuse to rest, you won’t have peace
until your life is buried in permafrost.
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1928 - 1972
02:26
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Every morning to and from work I cross a bridge
By Emily Murphy Park.
Feminist, Eugenist.
She lives on forever beside the river
Witnessing the beauty
Of the morning light dancing upon the water.
There’s been little to no consequence
For those who hid behind Social Darwinism
to enact violence against those they deemed unfit for life.
Who gave you the right?
Your violent deeds shall not go unseen,
By those who value truth
We will no longer enact violence in the false name of progress.
You should remain buried and forgotten.
You shall remain buried and forgotten!
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It is disgusting how you feign progressivism
To further your individualist desires.
Boasting about tobacco exchanged, smudges performed,
A single tear for the missing and murdered.
Yet you always have the answers
For why the system which was built
upon the unmarked graves of those who were taken
Is the best course of action.
Yet you always have the answers
Your single tear that fell upon the ground
Eats away at all life, leaving only arid soil.
If you stand for justice and freedom,
You must help to dismantle and decolonize
The system that seeks to consume all in its path
Return to our roots, build something anew.
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An invisible hand
Accurately placed around the neck
Tender at first, inviting. Warm.
But as it slowly squeezes
Hypoxia sets in
All grows dark.
All grows dark.
All grows dark.
All grows dark.
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void
02:31
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Witness the end
Beacon in hand
Recording for no one
Shouting into the void.
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Death rides a horse of red and blue.
Starlight, midnight scenes, misplaced families,
forgotten sisters lost in endless white
Empty gestures done for virtue.
“But you don’t understand”
“You need us, we keep you safe.”
You don't keep us safe, you only endanger.
We keep ourselves safe
Uniformed swine have no place in our communities
Removed to make way for a conduit of sludge
To turn our water into blood.
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nextdoor
03:16
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They clench onto their weathered front lawn decor
Placing greater value on a facsimile of a Roman statue
Bought for 19.99
Over the dignity of others
“They made their choice” they say
Over the third bottle of wine that week.
To be fair, they’ve cut back from four.
Work has been really stressful after all…
In neighborhoods once full of life.
Have been replaced with sterile investments
Soon we shall be as sterile
As the glass house that shades
A home full of history
And character.
Soon we’ll be as bland
As the drinks that they sell, in a mason jar garnished with twine
Feeling nothing but emptiness
“Awaiting that dreadful… shock of destruction”
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9. |
syncope
02:12
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10. |
home
03:05
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I wish all your mothers
Given the insight into your mind
Were granted the choice
Not to raise you. Given the choice.
I wish the napkins in which
The words you wrote to instill hope
Upon a generation
Was tossed into the bin
There is no pride in bigotry
No love in your intent.
Just bigots in power
Seeking to control bodies.
Memories of sitting in front
Of an out of tune piano
Forcing a melody out of what
I felt was ugly and malformed.
I wished to wake up somewhere that felt like home.
Now I find myself in a place
that took decades of fighting for.
In honor of those lost, and with love of those still present.
Take this world, make it your own.
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blink
03:16
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A hint of gold, clenched by white gnarled knuckles.
The only identifying feature of the mass uncovered.
One among many, on and on.
Ghosts with shovels, wearing a grim mask.
Praying they don’t recognize empty staring eyes.
On the edge of the pit, a soldier kneels clenching a letter.
A eulogy spoken to himself, for a generation reduced to embers and scattered to the wind.
One among many, on and on, ad infinitum.
No escape from this hell on earth
A spear plunged deep, into the empty shell
Airburst down pressure burning away the skin.
Blink,
Flags of war flying freely, against a blood red sky
Blink,
Tanks plowing forward, ever on towards eternity's gate
Blink,
Goose stepping soldiers, marching in step with nationalistic pride
Blink,
A knife carving out fascist cancer, before it has time to spread.
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