People should be screaming out of windows people should be kicking down doors, jumping on flags, shaking like epileptics!
How is this possible? We have nearly a million years of human evolution and the standard line can still prevail:
“It’s mine!”
Well, It’s not.
You have no right to it.
A spell is on you, which continues generation after generation, an afternoon darkness, your robotic mind clinging to a cliff of lies. And your mouth that spits on anything better and shoulders that shrug ugly and bellies that stick out like eggs.
And you want security?
This will not stand! There is a Law that says: This. Will. Not. Stand. We will make sure you understand this. By train and by plane and by ship, your skin will dissolve in fear. You will breathe in the stinking corpses of your children. Your houses will crumble over you. You will be availed of no hope, no future. You will cry to the end of your days when you may finally realize the Justice in this for your atrocious incomparable stupidity.
(for Anne Sexton)She carried her love into a whole other house
leaving her splendid eye for detail
in the world.
Softer truths enfold her now,
hopefully,
there,
out there
with the stars she devoured.
So, be kind to her.
She was the best.
Nobody bit into the darkness
as prettily as Anne.
Nobody mined the depths
as courageously,
to set down on the page
in her own blood,
open veins
judged inappropriate
by jealous academics.
She was the real deal,
the one who does not
relinquish her quest,
a craving for absence
that gnawed and whined.
Perhaps she felt its
velvet glove
already brushing
past her bones,
the witch’s invitation to a table
dance.
Come in
Lay down your burden
Lay down your burden
Leave your flesh at the door
This is a real party
Regardless,
what beckoned
what called
must have wafted
stronger than a blood rose,
promising marriage and peace,
a stepping down,
as she acquiesced
to ride
the slow carbon monoxide air
home.
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