dehydration

17 Mar, 2026

impoverished
i imagine the condition to be a kind of vital dehydration

smooth and skilled
they put your hate in a poem
and they called it heroic
and i'd call it inhuman, but

and now the guilebit grandiloquent by smoother salsa decides 
it's the targets of execration, eradication,
who are at fault here, too

and yes, 
add a few thousand more words, why don't you,
make it rhyme and add a metaphor
won't make it coherent
this is you: 

"i don't hate
you see
it's simply a question 
of fine poetry 
and since this is heroic
it's no problem for me!"

oh you,
you boundwit collaborator
genocide cud chewer 
bullshit reprocessor -

a bindweed on your conscience
and i say with all the kindness
i can muster -
may it flower

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