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Morning Twilight at a Rail Yard, 1939.

"Year Zero"

wire-mesh cages rise
in a putrefying swamp
with merch & tweeted hype
amateurs bearing arms

even given their record
of fakes & pocketed funds,
where the fascist temper treads
too much room is conquered

bystander as i am
i am chastened to describe
from blithe clips of a grab
this quota-meeting crime

flying monkeys darken
our skies for a clown-in-chief
for a cause like a bucket of barf
& eclipse of Liberty's beacon

this mischief may not last—
i hope to see its fall—
but it's nest-torn ants to corral
the aftermath of Pentecost

Colorful driving.

“The children are always ours, every single one of them, all over the globe; and I am beginning to suspect that whoever is incapable of recognizing this may be incapable of morality.”

—James Baldwin via @ruthz.bsky.social

"It is very difficult to sit here..."