No More Songs
Sing goodbye to song in songs:
protest is dead
and song shakes
that weight of
being for
to take the shiny robe
of summer breeze and
ecstasy, the golden horn
of song
and imagine full
its elixir of abductions
and refusals.
song now serves the imaginary,
the secret catastrophe,
undone in its own
and open aftermath.
4 days ago
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