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Genocidal levels of suffering & death.

"the poet born for flowers tastes ashes"

cardhouse fluttering
kingdom of cut cardboard
derelict chastisements
with it still unsaid
bartered hours burn
the found bairn staring
in the ant-haunted desert

The Envoy of Mr Cogito.

Oneday people are going to want to know what happened to us, & they aren’t going to get it from our novelists.

Compton-Burnett audiobook at Archive dot org.