aflame
the western sky all tinged in flame, while bright
dying embers flicker in the night sky
as crystal stars dance in some sacred rite
with fluttering white moths drawn in to die
upon pyres of orange dressed pretty
whispering seductive dark promises
of prayers to be answered right and quickly
just merely be the flame’s accomplices
yet the flames compassion drifts as ashes
down upon the moths this fate to abide
the free skies taken away in batches
never once realizing the flame had lied
until the final moth wing cinders fall
and the flame exalted now owns it all
fifteenth prime
heart-
lessness
factory
churns out outrage
♥♥♥♥♥
manufactured from
insecurity and pain
making insanity sane
morality wrong
♥♥♥♥♥
and the country’s
ideals dust
within
emp-
ty prom-
ises of
being great again
♥♥♥♥♥
just never ever
intended for everyone
only for those with the funds
ignoring ashes
♥♥♥♥♥
of the long arc
bending in
tangled
knots
twisted
past breaking
waiting for time
♥♥♥♥♥
to heal ugly wounds
and historians to play
doctor once again and stay
to vaccinate us
♥♥♥♥♥
countering the
virus still
plaguing
us
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