‘We Are’

We are not immortal 
We are not calm
We are the fancy skeleton 
Filled with the clever blood 
We dance in the wind
Whistling until our lips
Taste of blood 
We are obscure 
We are beautiful 
We make music and paint 
We beat children 
We hug children 
We lay in gutters 
We think the world is only as wide
As the spread of our arms
As small as the circle 
We find with our eyes
We are the future carrion 
Served on the plate of the land
There’s a blue immensity above 
There’s a black immensity above 
Our purses and wallets 
Are full of tears
Our hearts flat and airless 
Diminish us daily.
While around our feet 
The lizard make hieroglyphics 
In the sand.

 

 

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Malcolm Paul

 

 

 

 

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