Wednesday, January 31, 2018

Blood Moon Valentine

But how much of our freed time
Is taken up maintaining
The machines meant to free us
 
If we’re still terrified
Of silence and kindness
Of having time to talk together
 
About what's really going on
And what we might feel like
Doing about it
 
Of course the cold is cleverer
Than we are
Unburdened by conscience
 
And the poor perennial
As flowers still get mowed down
At harvest

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