Splendor in a Dark Year

March 5, 2018

He who wants honey
must abide the bees.
But, the bees are going—
Our glazed eyes avert.

 

I am the speakeasy,
I will tremble against the
amaranthine snows forever.
My brittle bones crumble, I crumble.

 

You will encounter one million
different people in your whole life.

As part of a world more meaningful.

 

You read a gently worn book on dog fighting
and the dogs never win. This,
this is our history.
Intersectional, but indifferent.

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