ought not to doubt us
well, my, haven’t we taken your crushing well?
though our arms are so tired, raised for days
pink brick dust scrapes against our eyes
it’s been a long minute (look at your fine watch)
but we still have words we haven’t even used yet
they are well-toned and finely sharpened
cherry-picked from the language of no-fucking-way
if we are afraid, it is only of how long it will take,
and how long will those dents linger,
soiling the air after your stunky goodbye.
but no, we are not running or sleeping or near complete.
our position against you is stronger than fetal
this song is potent, sure as water and earth and
—you don’t know this but—(whispers)
we have magic, too. just by breathing we make you
shiver. just by watching, we make you small.