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we are dropping bombs in this

world as if innocent lives lost

mattered not at all for the alleged

superior and decent life defended.

the last condemning explosion has

not deformed popular understanding

enough to make most citizens heave

a huge pile of indecorous words at the

man who denies scripting this horror

show. as we sleep, the birds singing

on the low branches of trees, the rivers

left unprotected to service greed, the

petals in the forest paler from decisions

made up the hill, the land listed for

consumption until it becomes a graveyard

for our thinning skin—water, rocks, sun,

moon, sky, seasons and years of work

offered up to God who made bread of

these are hurled into the abyss beneath

our eyelids by presidential leadership

clueless about crawling into it. under

this shared weight, the face of the deep

makes regular discreet appearances begging

us to conspire not to let a shameless fool

condemn this precious earth and make

living things bleed until they become

dust for us to mourn!