Don’t you know? This is all.
Sep 15, 2022
Shagged skin on pavement, lying
old age scattered, drown in sewers
coalesced with magical tears of the muddy river
ever-black, ever-ramshackle.
A country without children,
a barren land of hope —
fruitful of fears, deaths, and common trepidation.
All of this. Crookery. Poverty. Violence.
Lives wrecked. Unborn Ghosts —
it’s just a king’s biopolar power trip,
don’t you know?