the great monsters wield grindstones
for granular their fandom
did i ever guess
my days might end in fighting the Gestapo
poems on wars from Saigon to Aleppo
—on fluff or stone to doss—
Republicans i've watched
like mad dogs flash their teeth at America's throat
they came & went like ugly shoes we'd bought
Titanic this time's broached
an age of monsters came
while we were fixed on 80s reruns laughing
among us bullies tired of endless chafing
inside the pentagram
made wholly other plans
for liberty & trust to be a joke
a century of progress all turned back
the great monsters wield grindstones
"there's something so profound about the fact that blue whales are stopping their singing
their silence grows as their hunger grows
ofcourse a dying planet has less songs"
—@earthlyeducation.bsky.social
The map of England it generated isn’t much better.
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