TO RUN FROM LIGHT

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POESIE HERESY

 

to run from light

and dream in sequential

         opulence

the aquiline fervor

of the Indian

laid to rest and distraught

trampled under the hooves

of alleged progress

 

and the blood do flow

and the president man

just laugh and pretending

that it ain’t happening

              at all

 

under the soil in ant hills

do the workers crawl

seeking refuge

from the darkness

 

to see it is to see

what you have done to them

and that is a little too much

               to bear

 

 

 

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