Our Poem: Z

Why did they leave them there?
sacrificial lambs
abound despair
none once who spoke songs
could ever breathe
could ever belong
so they sprinkle starving lawns
between seeds of sorrow
for whose seeds would last
surely no one would know

why does the serpent speak now?
had the claws tear skin we wouldn’t be here now
now we are just grasping lone rocks
figuring out the dirt, for the grass we sought
wept from under wrinkled chins blessings
bright young bullets, fueled from crisp bandages
hopeful, dreary hairs like empty chains grains

Sir, I hope your cloak of mist should soon change

For our deepest shadows, hide a child of vain
Basking just the same

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