Kit Kelen #961 - fascism

961

fascism

the not remembering

see it in their eyes like defiance

the glazing of the cake

you can't know for me

what's best or at all

it's mine, seem so to say

laughter of the way it is

the do-it-all again

I could list it all for you

but why?

breathless for atrocity

because they can't remember

never happened to me

so it's not

it's all this world

not mattering

how it goes

or who does whom

nor is there next

but here we are

and this is my blind eye

I want

so I deserve

not them

them at their dinner

I mean it's us

and the beggar at the window

who wants to see that

all curse

bury it with night

and sleep the thousand years

a fever!

and what killing there'll be

but the dead are a tribe

never quite gone

it's as if the writing grew smaller and smaller

as if graves sunk into the soil with time

then no one will remember

then here we go again