Today's poem is by Dana Levin
A Debris Field of ApocalypticiansA Murder of Crows
The fact of suffering is not a question of justice.
Belief in God is not a disease.
Our father projections met and disaster ensued.
Earth is our only time machine.Our mother projections met and disaster ensued.
Everyone is sick from what we made.
He wanted you to ask him how he felt
he didn't give a shit about your Umwelt.But your heartburn, biome, phone bills, research
your temperature, heartbreak, dust mites, checkbook
your live ones, loved ones, languishing spider mums:
they just needed some shit
to make them growThe fact of suffering is not a question of justice.
Everyone is sick from what we made.
You watched monks change sand into a Palace of Time,
wheeled through an age of unpardonable crimes.
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