M. Bloom Poems

We recognize our humanity
In calling ourselves human;
Yet we only knew what the word meant
Long before we knew ourselves—
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Idiosyncrasies:

Little
Obvious, yet
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Stop the silence.
It rings in my ears
Louder than the yelling
That came before.
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The human heart is not that fragile.
It is human after all, and humans
ARE above all else!
Above the worms that can be cut
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The flames ravage all,
engulfing every last man,
before they die out.
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Hollow. Hollow. Hollow.

Echoes the feeble tree that didn't fall
For fear someone would hear it.
The tree that stood and let the woodrot
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The human soul
Is but the drink
Of the broken man
At the bar, sinking
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Does humanity have hope
To find some silent way to cope
With the white noise in the head
Moaning softly through the dregs
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The cool November pavement
And the soft glow of your smile
Amidst the gentle night
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The bodies bleeding, screaming in pain
As the Agent falls from the sky
Onto the amber waves of grain

And the support rolls in, camouflaged
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