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Babies


The babies of revolution
Grown old and incapable
Are falling off like scabs
Blood dust to the carpet of time
I am a baby’s baby
Sucking on my hopeful thumb
Sucking meat from bone
A stump to ache me home

But devils in saints
Fill the space
Where Evil transcends
Faith and race
Bloated ticks on soft bellies
Our kids are our prey
While they pray for new days
We suck meat from bone
Blood dribbles us home

My hope is a wreckage
Never founded
The masonry has crumbled
The memory’s dissolved
What once stood here?
A church or a prison
Reckless hearts are hammers
Abandoned babies whimper

Why work so hard for a dream
A thousand generations could not achieve
And time runs out as the ice turns soft
We step back and I laugh a cough
There can be no future, no peace
Only more babies


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