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Days Kissed In Greed (30th Violent Verse of 2010)


Blistered in the sand, the metal escapes within her face! Taken from the ground, lifted without consent! Has she misplaced her grin, her joyfulness released by hell’s hounds tilting down? Can we together lift her head high enough to glimpse the tree line, that frame of nature standing tall around her fallen and faceless people? Might we cut them down to erect more things; blade and teeth, gun and grenade and bombs, plunged from our backpacks of vigorous anger?

She wants to know why metal tastes bitter... like love breaking inside of revulsion.

She wants to know who she is, now that we've found her wanting, found her probing our reasons.

We don’t have the answers she seeks, we never had them, they've been bleeding out, a flood of questions, tiny tempests whirling beneath our feet and above our heads. We forget suffering out of our seeking joy like a lost child found unsafe inside of us, she seeks a reason to smile and walk lightly around the original graves.

Oh! Stand up and raise your hands in dissent! Rise up! Clack your teeth and stomp your feet, love is being smashed by the wickedness found in uncertainty, the frown upon our face, the days kissed in greed, perishing in solitary confinement, without breath, without eyes to guide us along the crag...

She only wants answers. Lets give her no cause to question her love or question our affection for her existence, for our kinship walking beneath the sun, for our crypts, our tombs filled with bones. How can we forgo our bond with her when metal’s nourishment bestows her grief and only seeks to wipe out the truth?


© 2010 by mark prime

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