random recollections of a dying nation…

minor
not
to be
taken
seriously
then
some blistering
redness
and
swellings
along
the borders
fever
soon followed
flu-like symptoms
became
common
as
did
nausea
rapidly
the very elements
of
humanity
were
destroyed
by
the
necrotizing fasciitis
of
a nation’s
hidden
disease
catalyzed
by
one
infectious
person

 

yours merely postponed…

the body
of
a decomposed dream
is embraced
by
the fingers
of
sagebrush
along
the
rio grande river
no one
will come
to
claim
the body
but
when
the waters rise
it
will flow into the sea
like
so many
other
dreams
and
come to rest
upon
the sea’s floor
and
when
the weight
of
these
unfulfilled dreams
becomes
too
great
the core
of
the earth
will
crack
and
shake
reminding
the living
of
their
impending death

 

talk…

doctors
attempting
to
heal
those
ravaged by war
targeted
and
murdered
for
their humanity
response
talk
reporters
en masse
systematically
murdered
for
attempting
to
tell the truth
talk
talk
racist
rapist
lump
of
a dictator
facilitating
crimes against humanity
allowed
to
define
us policy
talk
talk
talk
children
buried alive
and
sacrificed
for
political power
in
iblib
talk
talk
talk
talk
carlos
felipe
and
numerous
unnamed children
die
of
government sanctioned
abuse
at the border
talk
talk
talk
talk
talk

 

ain’t nobody here but us chickens….

world
democracy
ain’t nothing
but
a chicken
with
it’s head cut off
without
strong
humanitarian leadership
flip
flopping
around
spilling
children’s blood
all
over the ground
and
mighty nations
don’t
make a peep
about
the carnage
since
they’re
looking forward
to
greed’s
feast
carelessly
made
with
cunning
bloodied hands
from
selling weapons
to
both
warring parties
you
might
rightly call
those
nations
chicken pluckers
for
as the earth
is plunged
into
the boiling water
of
climate change
they’re
busy
pulling
earth’s resource feathers
off
to stuff
their pillows
with
dollars
but
one day soon
no one
is
going to have
a place
to
sleep

 

child solitary soul confinement…

eyes
move slowly
concealing fear
heavy boots
drug like bodies
across
cold
concrete floors
are seen
from beneath
thin thermal sheets
heart beats
racing
chasing
shallow breaths
dried tears
cling
like arms
around
a parent’s waist
are
the only trace
of moments
best
forgotten
this cannot
be
the dream
the dream
shared
by so many
before
leaving
for
freedom
this
cannot
be
este no puede
ser
el sueño