Elegy for the World and George Floyd and All His Successors

By | 15 May 2023

Time seems to be toxic. Or the times
perhaps. The sky’s no longer good for us
and staying warm and staying clothed are crimes
we’re born to. And of course the obvious
reverse applies. We’re no good for the sky
and our being born at all’s a sort of threat
to everything. The world’s allergic. My
presence and yours, my friends, are dead set
dangerous miracles. And we are death
to one another. Dare a touch of colour
and here’s a knee to put an end to breath,
a living blue one-sided fatal collar.
The times are toxic. Time’s nine parts despair
and one part anger. Time is the stopped air.

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