ppl always say the mistakes of the past

we learn from them

but I think one stuck person makes a million

the past doesn’t learn

the ppl do not pass

the mistakes aren’t of the past

if we carry them to the present

they’re things we can touch and feel

there are buildings half blown apart in city centres

there are new generations

that make up 0.00 something of well paid jobs
mama says every fifty years another war in her home

mama says how many years now, thirty?
a region of war is still

a region of war

after the war

is looping

is breaking our necks every time

is tumbling
we are waking up in the bathroom of our mistake

and this language is a toilet

I mean—my language is a toilet

I mean—the saliva in my mouth

is the water in this toilet bowl

I mean—the words I speak are staining this toilet bowl

I mean—I haven’t had a job in months

but somehow I still do not have time

to clean this toilet bowl

to clean this mouth of a language

to learn the language of toilets

how many toilets are singing a song

how many toilets are speaking

in the world

at this moment