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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