13 Days

Day Eleven

worms wiggle memory – moths slurp soup –
tattle-tales ring school bells in halls of youth:

who’s the culpable sparrow chirping denial in the
ears of hawks counting bodies destroyed by holocaust?

who’s a patient, beating therapist pillows with child hands
into errant parents who should have loved them?

who’s doing a freak panic, bobbing a policeman’s head
in the normal mirror, wanting everything corrected?

who’s indifferent to blind hillbillies burning homes and
anger dogs raping the families’ women?

who’s the money pagan that seeks forgiveness through
philanthropy for stomping on the graves of parity?

WE Are!


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