Us Monkeys
Paul Lojeski: We’re the sickness/eating away the future: torching sad houses,/burning babies.
This incurable disease:
blade to the heart,
ice pick to the eye,
bullet to the brain.
I ask the great trees
bending in the storm,
I petition wind and
clouds for clues
but all turn away,
this illness ours
and ours alone,
crows cry out.
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We’re the sickness
eating away the future:
torching sad houses,
burning babies.
Paul Lojeski
