Poem, Grimdark, Politics, Othering, Violence And Fire
1461 Nights
October 31, 2024
I can see utopia from here, burning
in that non-passive sense, activated
a manying, diligent, setting aflame
jewelers of conflagration in glass
who would make art of alertlessness
who, when shown cooperation
fill a thousand bottles with gasoline
hands in each other’s pockets
while around them, melting, a world
echoes – no perfection but our own
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