The last parched
fragile leaf
brown, contorted agonized
becomes dust between
our palms.
Stop
We cleanse ourselves
with venomous spittle soap
then rinse, cursing with
the snarled sermon mantra
of our new–found
addled beliefs.
Stop
Gorging on this banal
scripture rhetoric.
we are oblivious to the
putrid charcoal toxin
that cloaks and stings
our blinded eyes,
Stop
With torn ears
bleeding
they drown beneath a white
noise music genre
purporting counterfeit
realities
Stop
Families become vacant
strangers
we friend, best
friend, unfriend
with desolate alacrity
Stop
Our artificial
intelligent limbs spasm
rust, dull, contort
and curl
we become leaf, we
become dust
Stop
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