how the world always ends

bones on a snow-covered roof and you
dream of reasons
but never the right ones

you wake up to
the screams of crows

stranger knows your name and
that your father is dead

a rumor of suicide

a child’s body
pulled from the river

january now for most of your life and
all you want is to apologize

turns out hatred was
always the most important thing

what matters most

about power is that

you will never have any

any vote you cast ends up being
a vote for war

there is never an end to the list of
people your government
tells you must die