hours into the sinking sun, i step outside
noise comes over the wooden fence
i used to love a bright cold day like this but now
even for a break not much
still i ought to tear myself from the close-up vigil
over something i can't stop
despite myself i fall into comfort & lingering habits
how much longer will they run
& is it any use to talk about those dying
"Is 'embrace the chaos' the new 'living the dream'?" --@schuyler1d.bsky.social
Reporting war crimes in the Passive voice.
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