Michael Nabert Poems

When Death was a little boy
no one would play with him.

The other children pretended that he wasn't there,
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Kiss me
Kiss me because you can,
because I dreamed last night about you kissing me,
because I see your lips flutter
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Red for the blood that's about to be shed
a skull for the future hopes now likely dead
black for the lives that won't matter to him
a belt that's too tight for our options are slim
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Cassandra weeps
eyes brimming with dark tidings
of true horrors to come,
able to forecast truthfully,
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The door is closed
yet somehow
the faintest whiff
of familiar scents
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We say No.

No Dakota Access. No Kinder Morgan.
No Line 10 and no Line 9.
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Without drinking water no one can live
water security is the best gift anyone can give
Wasting our water
harms every son and daughter
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Twixt.
Between:
A chasm,
a raw wound.
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