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.
