SHORT FORMS FOR LONG DAYS AHEAD

SHORT FORMS FOR LONG DAYS AHEAD
I.
Unleash! Unleash! Unleash!
Pour a torrent of soul
Out on the world
That the drippings may soak
Through our inner linings
And wash us all of
The madness of our day.

II.
Below the tarp, a baby, blue, dried-up dead
Beside her trembling mother,
Bitterly swollen with fear and the colds´
Ballooning embrace.
Noted was the sign nearby,
Over them both:
“Closed”,
As every passerby was as well.
She had no name.
Her mother cannot bear more.

III.
Behind the blinds
the walls wrench hate as
five-finger pointed salutes hail
the coming of a new age
and, across the street,
behind the blinds there, sit
others
who watch and wait
for the fires to come.

IV.
The tractor is dead,
the farm is dead,
the farmers are dying;
along the river,
the factory is dead,
the small stores
are dead,
and the people are dying.
The eyes of the dead
who officiously call for retraining
scan the dying,
who call for better teeth for their children.
Sugar makes hunger pass.
Bitter is its taste these days.
Dying is the name.
Death is the future.

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