i am the broken spine of atlas
an unjust unholy war
they are lurking behind
the flood gates
observant, omnipotent
they want to see with my eyes
they
want to speak with my tongue
is my heart unbreakable?
everything made
trivial

so gloriously introverted
ready to die alone
i have washed my
hands with a dying mother's blood
burned alive with her home
watched her
through one sided windows
bury my heart into this dying aspect

from the
shadows of their cities
to the extent of god's reach
where the locusts reign
i am the gutter
growing claustrophobic in their arms
find me waltzing in a
downward spiral
the flood gates are caving now
i am the ruins of this
anorectic culture
a xenophobic benevolent
no one is born innocent
my eyes
now see in their distortions
my tongue now speaks in their verses
is it
possible to love nothing?
and no good deed shall ever come this way
and no good deed shall ever come this way
ever

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