we kill each other then we update our charts watch our stocks tumble deep into the red paw around, vengeful clamor to short, to break bloody even
we kill each other, thumb lazily through the chapters our books share find we all agree too strongly on 'home;' it simply cannot stand so we put bombs in a few playpens roll grenades into particular cul-de-sacs
we kill each other, slowly sometimes make our rulebooks into beartraps that snare bodies behind chain link fencing clear our throats and spit toe around in the dirt to busy ourselves while we wait
we kill each other and shrug S.W.A.T. our worries away - today, there are more pressing matters but still hinge at the waist when the killing comes for us bullets peppering paper mâchéd hallways
dumbfounded at the furrowed brows our neighbors' pursed lips the sight of our own reflection
written following the publication of the chart below, New York Times, Oct-08-23
written following the death of thousands of peoplewritten following the death of the first of thousands of peoplewritten following the death of the latest of thousands of people
musée 