after z.t. corley
Someone new has been killed.
Something new has been destroyed.
A new wall has bullet holes.
A new home has been invaded.
A new place is infiltrated.
A new bomb has been constructed.
A new scar on the wrist of humanity.
A new tear trails down God's cheek.
A new hand has been cut off.
A museum puts on display
The broken bones of the world.
Tongues falling out of mouths.
Eyes falling out of sockets.
Hearts falling out of chests.
A new casualty. Another life lost,
And buried in sand that God stands on.
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the veiled lady/hailstones between my teeth
Poetrythere is nothing out there there is nothing beyond this here this is it *** 12/16/23 first book of poetry there is nothing beyond
