Untitled - Poem by Jackson State
From the poorly sealed walls
that separates wishful lust from cold reality
sirens seep into the corners of my dream.
ATTACK, BOMBS, ROCKETS, INCOMING
The earth rears back on wild hind legs
and shutters violently
That small, tiny person inside,
the one you hide away
awakes in the fury of those old Russian rockets.
-After the bombs-
There is always ‘after',
It is our only constant.
After the bombs you crawl back into the womb
and pray for uninterrupted sleep
Where whores and courtesans
Whisper softly the only words that matter.
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