Ahhhhmazeballs.!!! 👊 🙋 💖
Not the animals disassembled
into discardable or valuable parts.
The old ivories of no piano
unable to make that dirge sing
for me. Piece by piece,
there’s no harmony, no reckoning.
Don’t give them your science, based
on no God, take the stars, cheap
string-lights of our consolation.
Look up. The moon’s a fetus
crescented cold against all this.
From silence, accuse
the constellations, their bright braille,
and read that diversity of mythology,
fable, any tale, to say we matter. Take the stars
off the pushpins, then. Trace
them with your mortal fingers
as proof we’re one more tiny, nothing-entity.
I try to get there, but the dots don’t sync
Connect them though I try.
There’s no reckoning.
The crime? Identity? The evidence
base, destrustive, a typo, or a word
that swallows trust inside its own proclivity
to destroy what it can’t unbelieve.
Entitlement’s fur coat pulled tight
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