<after the 60's, the decade of dead leaders
everything became clouded, motivations
weren't as clearly discernible>
we were the throwaway generation
put in front of televisions
and let into public pools
schools were our formative factories
the settings of our please and pleas
we became breed knees, needs
we bleed for Life
this certainty
is our absolution
of physical self
our body of bones
blood and flesh
the spirit is almost always, thought
and as such delves into smells
we taste things, best
as we long view
what the crows leaves
for the Sun and time
we were vaccinated
elated when achieving
or just getting the gifting
of course as most children
post op war womb-ed
we wanted
more and more
until we only woke up
broke from breaking
and aware we were
not nearly woke enough
to be taking the care that
we should have
the plagues came anyway
first affluenza and its insidious offspring
of classification, status and recovery patterns
then the real viral loads began
the culling spikes
birds falling from skies
fish washing onto shores
rivers became muddy angels
an augered angry assortment
of look how fucked humans
are again to the downright
dismissive of most bi-peds
winged and other flying creatures
roaming the spaces between
night and day
we used to tell stories
around fires to ward the mind
of these things
things that steal us
from imagination
from moments
that keep us whole
now, having thrown away
so much of who we are
we no longer knew, who we were
so we hunted for warmth,
in every face we encountered
we hoped to mimic
what made
a story smile
without reason
once ago
when human(e)
we hoped
we hoped
we hoped
we hoped
a better poem
a better poem
a bet her
poem
goodbye April
you were indeed
a rainy mess
blessings
EJR ©
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