it was never the moment
but
the whole of history
leading up to it
my apology arriving too
late to save my father
a room of ideas set on
fire
nothing of any real
importance lost and
the body found in the
closet just one more
pointless story with no
real moral and
it went like this
the indians wouldn't die
fast enough
the gold was worth more
than
mothers nursing babies
it tasted like fast food
and the children were
always hungry and none
of the highways ended
until they'd fell into
the ocean
the future arrived with
the sound of a
plane hitting the north
tower and
then it was gone
we were naked
were rolling in broken
glass
called it love because
we were
bleeding and then
ten years passed and all
we had were scars
all we believed in was
money
all i had were my poems
twenty million
meaningless words to
hang onto while i
drowned
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