seldom or never was a death trap
intertwined with so much grief
alongside crime bullets in the chest
and the ashes of a dream inflicting
never-ending nakba to the bone
and on the land the godforsaken
land that’s laid out flat so all may
grieve in terror hate and death on
a blood-stained shore where white
supremacy is under new control
and meantimes with all humanity
removed hurls tiny fragments of
corrupted blame performs its
cruelties conjures up more
suffocating fumes more leathery
strands of tortured time earth
mother’s womb has been removed
soaring strangely solid air demands
a sullen silence in the city of such
dreadful sights and every line of
ancient patriarchal myth must like
the dirty water carry proof of their
intent disease alongside all those
fine ideals and lethal force from
an end-times elite performed
before immortal witnesses
whose faces only devils like
themselves can see
Eddie Heaton
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