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| photo via Belle Deesse © |
the pale horse dawn
at first it was
alarmingly simple
a gesture
that would seem
so innocuous
as to never
not in the slightest
raise suspicions
that this method of extraction
would be, the one
that decimated
the last of the reptilian limb-ic-na-no-howl structures
within each human cell
we used to have partitions
where the sun and moon would dance unseen hem partners
but now the cycle is always on
and we need the horses
bring us the horses the crowds cry out
bring us the breads the circuses
the maiming(s)
the lotteries of
'til we part darlin'
other sundry ways life bleeds out
unseen or celebrated prices we pay
living high too high not high enough
hi-jinks hijacks hi-junks
we debunk love mostly now
as the sick and dying
started piling up faster than we could
dispose of them
humanely
divinely
or otherwise with dignity
befitting how fit with Life
we used to be
the horse was rocking-esque
only parade float big
all the parents wanted to ride it
ride something
other than the drive
stuck hands cramped bones
bent with fury for more
but not an appreciation
of what flowers
then dies
then flowers
again
this modern world
just sucks the life out of life
this was heard in Sumeria
as well as any convenient yesterday
they all say better to keep on moving
staying calm
crying the losses
another day
when the wager
is for Love
and the gifts we give
know how to feel
what wombs do
what tombs are for
what windows open
to the world, means
for every door
EJR ©
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