she'll say thru breath
but faint to feel
these poisons save
these martyrs kneel
this rubble rain hypocracy
this government dependancy
in shale
all my soft wounds pale
to educate energy without betrayal
as though the cost mattered
as though we would fail
we make small circles in dirt and in doubt
and the fortune-tellers heart is all but torn out
this parade is useless
to what end...freedumb
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem