clock click bang
click clock bang
these are the words they sang
silver shells blast through pain-hell halls we create while zombie emotions learn to tell the tales of our fails
heads and tails
loser at every flip
bang
through the head they rang
bang
well rehearsed responses
‘we’ll pull together. we’re -blank- strong’
wrong
that song
roots you assholes
roots of the cause
these bloody symptoms
pills keep popping pushing away pain
diseases keep spreading
i can’t feel it
i only respond
stop
i looked at those faces today
i do every day
eyes
sitting, searching, nodding
they know
they can’t count on us
if we’re not there
talk, share, define they’re grief!
they don’t ‘just know’
we have to pass this thing down
campfires and kitchen tables used to illuminate our faces, not rectangle spaces
they know
no ‘they’ don’t
open your fucking mouth