just a littlething called ‘merica

“

There are many paths

to an execution slab

and not all of them

are because there remains

a faint hint

of “animal” on your breath

of ground up

red stuff

clogged in the space

where love

should be beating freely.

 

There are far too many

innocents

shoved in

meat grinders,

awaiting the day

their bones are fed

to the hungry ones

whose footprints

leave six ink spots

instead of two.” 

 

…a little something I’m working on. Not even sure how I like how that sounds rumbling around in my temples and rolling across my tongue, but it’ll do for tonight. I’m just hungry to complete something. This is far from done.