New year’s day of atonement, preceding many months
horrible hysterical history, presided over a shameful nocturne
disguised a blistering buffer zone, truth is high-pitched
whining decibels aplenty, neigh time is mine for sure, spitting seeds
into the earth, warm watered, expansion whispering “no”
directionless teeth shatter and rake, sparking a fire
down below the vision line, the nation’s tummy
churning singe scar flesh, we will eat each other
becoming demented sickness, what have we done?
But the stars shine through the air
we can breathe, hope is not beyond salvaging
until all hearts are cold, passionless pivot points
we fight to the dawn, bloody knuckles afire
free for all, pillage the past, wring of it passion droplets
burning through the doorway, making steel like ice
melting under heat guns, smell the smoke
coughing freedom, remember today tomorrow
is yesterday again, and maybe we will dance.
Wow! Beautiful poem- very expansive vocabulary.
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