Tuesday, March 26, 2019

Marble Rye

Not now,

















putting the flag in the ground made no sense to me,
you didn't own that,
we definitely didn't own it,

it didn't matter if it was the race,
or if it was manifest destiny,

and the sound in here was nothing,
ringing heavily,

and we were looking back,
green with envy,

blackness above and behind

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