perjantai 19. huhtikuuta 2024

THE INK IS DRY, THE BLOOD IS NOT

I will make the day's last pot of coffee, make 
crisp bread sandwiches with cheese and salad,
then sit before the laptop drinking warmth
and munching, with jaws and mind, thinking
whether to face the butchery yet or translate
poems half a dozen people will read until
all the words have run dumb and I can't
avoid facing the broken bodies. will
retweet images of slaughtered children.
Whether before dry sentences or after.
For what was done must be seen.
Even if only ten people or twenty
witness what humankind has done
yet again to its offspring.

19.04.2024

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