1580
5.119
28.iv.24
somewhere on the
planet right now
as always
though you’d never know
the donkey cart, the heat
the blowfly thread
towers of gold
kings counting
call them
bombs reign down
from the camp of the righteous
shorn sheep, a sudden frost
day lengthening
the roof collects
anger justifies
kings are counting warheads, mines
a murder next door, was wife
each now forgotten
as always
guns and knives and fists
a fire
somewhere wishes make horses
the great horn shines
somewhere starvation
thirst
death
crushed in the dust
somewhere singing
the kings all stand
people worship of themselves
feel light
spurred on
there are wings
past treereach
the lie spreads
they are dreaming a sky
to justify
the courtroom fart
a king nods off
someone is taking things seriously
someone is too late
the hundred billion slaughtered to eat
fine fellows equally fleshed and feeling
no salute from them
the undersoil wormed
cloud just passed
we stand in our own sunshine
breathe the given air
leaf takes ant to its tip
far from harm
we tell the truth
on other worlds
none of this
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