American Sunrise

The things we do in secret

to prepare for the Apocalypse 

I have always known the ending

carry the same evil inside my body

injected by my ______’s penis

five or six years old

the same evil Uncle Sam

is pumping into your children 

I demand awakening through the 

gateway of our gaping wounds

My memory is generations 

Band-Aids over jab marks 

won’t keep your heart 

from exploding in your chest 

or your children from being taken 

in the night 

a modern New Echota for our new normal 

Build back better 

Six Six Six

chant the refrain of the time

Let it dribble down your lips
Trauma is a long road home.

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