liver

i still believe
in the good
sense it within
organ unseen
drawing the bad
giving of itself
to strain me out

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“You will not replace us!”

The machine chooses its targets willy-nilly,
using one man’s heel
to crush another’s head.
Both left bruised, bleeding or dead.

You are not special
to the machine.
You are an open window,
a crime of opportunity,

possession, not power.
The machine cloaks itself
in your passions, your ambition
and cherished tradition.

It will mount your wings
to reach the sun,
knowing full well
that you will melt.


“You will not replace us!” as reported by Washington Post