Revolution is about to be televised
at the hands spoiled with suicides—
reminders during abrupt subway stops:
crowded voices of witnesses torn from flesh;
torn with Machiavellian smiles,
superfluous promises and
blood-money inflated;
all innocence sacrificed,
the familiarity of bloodlines washed.
overbearing greed and news
publicized unwillingly,
destroyed lives vomiting in alienation
if not for screens blackened overtly.
I, too, have a voice to raise against
youthful lungs filled in mines,
their blue-collar throats cut
while sanctuaries rot
down to their predatory bones.
held-hands frozen,
two in one bulletproof laughter
tearing wires on yellow grass,
devouring books you exile and still,
awaiting lives to be had.
The gut of community
rests in wide openness
to unofficial tyranny.
how will you beat
the hope out of innate humanity
still intact for weaponised,
soulless brutality?
will you offer to pay—
pay for over and over— its self-destruction?
a desperate intuition for the lost
humane wholeness?
can you remember
your own delicious mortality,
your feet touching the earth
holding out to devour
the fragile molding vessel?
do you remember
the heads rolling to baskets
and baskets rolling to integrity?
a shared authenticity:
significance that you’ve never worn
cosmically, nor any importance
in other worlds never to be conquered.
Do you remember the flowers,
absent from your mother’s grave
until you bought roses with generations’
accursed construction?
I can’t remember a time
when there wasn’t an empire
undermining my shadow.cover art by: https://www.fruitblush.com/portfolio
Incredible!
beautiful and strong