We Do Not Expect To Fall
A Poem
this soil
knows only arrogance
this generation
only sees blood if they watch
too closely but usually blood is on a screen
usually blood is clotting in some other skins
gushing in some other streets
this soil is exhausted
our illusion of safety planted and harvested planted and harvested
growing greed which doesn’t need to be hidden anymore
it’s perfectly legal as long as you grow it here
this soil
is drying…