A Part of History
A PART OF HISTORY
Our failures in cities burn-forget-
Our failures haunt us-biting heels
We choked rictus stun their neon
We are awaiting instructions-but-
His masked beings see us but do not touch us
They can not protect us day by day our failures
Frenzied adjusting the struggles to not overdoing
I see no valid interlocutors in our failures
unsustainable and necrotic inside
dolls and stumps but only weak
Crawling and scratching kevlar window separating us from living
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