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| Slow-shuttered sunset |
Fractured sunset stacked against the ridges
tilted by the drive of snapping flags
evenings of indoctrination stoking fears
plutocrats escaping into space
leaving poisoned land to warring cults
jacketed and copper-clads on sale
this first week of Advent
shell casings seeding holy ground.
Powered down you step outside
yearning for platitudes
hearing your grandmother's voice
if you have nothing nice to say
say nothing at all
feeling her touch and her warmth
so much for the news of the world.
Out in the open the sliced-up sun
is rising in bare woods
out in the open the only gunfire you hear
is aimed at the deer
out in the open you're sure of one thing
in this violent beautiful world
we need to take care of each other.
