Apocalypse Now


The bodies are piling up 

again 

as past becomes present

again.

victims and survivors

of another Day of the Dead


united

by innocence,

by grief

by failure,


failure 

to protect,

failure

to police,

the failure

of lawmakers,

the elected 

and electors.


All of them failed. 

All of them opened the boxes

and let the witches fly out,

the evil ones,

not the healing ones


so now we cry out,

we victims 

who survived.


You failed us

failed us

failed us.


Even the dead whisper an echo

that only the deaf will hear.



https://oddballmagazine.com/poem-by-lynn-white-11/



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