I Can Become Anyone 5
The hunt
by maria gornell
You could wear it
heavy; a shroud
dark and mystic
a corpse, with toenails
that continue to grow
even as the earth
it lays in turns to frost.
It walks meek now
you can see behind its
eyes knowing - its
luck just ran out.
A society like this
can do that for you
take the fire from the belly
slit it throat to gut
and still come back
with a hammer
for the bones
surplus value
a weight of slavery
choked round his neck
a decapitation of dreams
children in classrooms
staring from windows
to know the meaning
of free their ancestors
lost.
They are coming for our souls
next.
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