Invisible

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Invisible

 

We did not see him but he was there

Slurs disgrace the face that scares her reeking breath

Gagged, tagged and disappeared; he is still here.

The way the monsoon smells the tell of death.

 

Badges and name tags warn the celebration

Pressured thus her boasts deflate the sad balloons

Her gas chamber emptied out people whisper what is done

Minnesota calls and talks of loons.

 

Closing ranks the weak pretend it makes some sense

Maybe somebody will admit it’s slow

Fate’s certain demise circles round the evidence

We all know the bells quit ringing long ago.

 

Climate change seeps under the fools’ foundation

Made-up stories tattoo a wrinkled front for youth

No one pretends anymore it’s not vacation

Language of compliant adoration is their only sooth.

 

When perfect storms embrace the dark

And demons devastate the rotten core

Their food a gaseous muck arising out of her remark

Acid reflex digest what she sucks out of her private war.

 

Never hiding always out in front to play

Reporters scurry blind like it is always night

Stand now alone in front of words declaring it was not OK

Those Quaaludes in your desk can never heal the fright.

 

We do not see him but he is always here

Slurs disgrace the face that scares her reeking breath

Gagged, tagged and disappeared; he is buried here.

The way the monsoon smells the tell of death.

 

ghost

 

 

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