Dark sky would be Rembrandt or Van Gogh
apart from this white hole attracting
every dreamer like these clouds surround
Heat is humid ,intense as fate
Things will tumble in the dryer light
Relief is percentage(small as belief
Sky is as ruthless as deep night
We are underneath like oil particles
divided into microscopic resistances
Streets of Teheran to Mogadishu
gangs of iron rule resist the rust
(we only occupy because we can and must)
What happens after is a disaster zone
Hurricanes,we fill plastic like dead homes
10 drops (count them)small as blood of children
pretend a change we have not seen nor heard
and word is silent,not in reverence
because the guns are being sold and loaded
and the body bags are for our only world.
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