word

blood words of the migrants

driven through trenches, sick and spaced

waving tired flags, imposing surrender

on the minds and dead opinions of their oppressor

fat soaked mind pig of the dirt people

endless idiot and slave to a power

that evaporates on impact

that will never survive death

unlike the wraith knots of the sooth

that make love, ensure people are cared for, embrace holy fire

reanimate and push back fear

but all too little far too late

demons easy vault the gate

the human animal is deeply mad

wretched and glorious

and unique in the universe

but fuck me sideways

I wish we could explain our

sad and rended selves