A Cargo of Green Hearts
the world has gone mad--
the politicians are crushing
our eyes as we sleep
teeth ooze through keyboards
someone stomps the sweetest
blade of grass and the last tiger
striped in midnight wind and
sunset growls and dies in
a Chinese blender.
"so what everything burns,"
despite the salt you throw
over your shoulder. an itch,
tenderness for the fallen the
precious, such baggage. the child isn't
burning in Aleppo that's too far
she is burning here,
Here! in the crèche of your
ribs in the hallow. to live you must choose
to be the child you must choose
to be the tiger choose to dance like
you too burn you too
spin in the wind midnight
and sunset before ash. or take your sex
among the dead be silent as
a missing tongue silent as they
silently come to toothpick the forests
of Brazil silent as they silently come
with chlorine mops for your brown
children shut up be silent stay silent
while the humpbacks scream so
subliminally in their bottomless beds.
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