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P speaks

systematic cruelty i
s a toxic climate spelled
in my lungs, like
anxietymakes
my capacity for joy i
mplausible

my body is sick
anddaily horror
on my screen

oh, the curse
of being able
to see what is
being done

ah, the honour
of being reveiled
whats underneath

exhausting
infrastructures
at the coeur
of g is d
dxhumaning
the ‘other’
is erasure:
the dis-remembering
of life

but life speaks
a-gain, a-loud
a-brave, like

full of heart

p speaks

because it must
keep existing,
speaking,
resisting

to undo erasure
we have been gifted
a mirror
eevealing the dark
potential within
ideologies of unwashed
guilt

unlooking is
unaffordable
i must
unaccept, like
that time that
i left the church
at elven because
i didnt believe
i had something
to absolve

the evilest evil
is banal

silent law, mitigated
pain, militarized myth,
bureaucratic routine

my humanity is
uncharitable, im
sorry but this
is a tragedy
its, tragedic: the US
president wants to be
publicly thanked for his death-funding-grace

oh my,
oh my,
my rage
is as outscaled
as this famine

im not sorry