the poetry of failed connections
and the baby is raped
and left in the woods
but it livesthe bride's face is
pieced back together after
being shattered by a rock thrown
through the windshieldthis is your century and
these are your peoplethese are the ideas that
pass themselves off as truthssleeping children in
burning houses
doors locked from the other side
or fragile lights in
curtained windows and all of
the blackness that surrounds themall of the ways
that being human is defined by
how much pain we cause
each otherby how much space we put
between ourselves
and the people we lovewhatever we hold
in our hands so easily
transformed into a weapon
