Poetry: ‘Violence’

Violence

Burn the history books.
Gouge the eyes
Of your children:
Don’t disguise.

Your worthless values
In roc-a-bye rhythms.
Don’t decide:
There is no given.

Leave them blind.
What you see
Is what you saw:
Leave them be.

And if you can’t provide
That pitch of darkness,
Then slit their throats:
To start the silence.

 

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