10/31/22

Being-for-Others (a poem)

Sallow dead fields of October
past medias weft winds slur
benzedrine beans make work purr
bullets and blades then occur
slaughters of death reassure
demon spawn of ancient Ur
-lost majority of Mars
in stars fast falling to Earth.

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