the poetry of failed connections

and the baby is raped
and left in the woods
but it lives

the bride's face is
pieced back together after
being shattered by a rock thrown
through the windshield

this is your century and
these are your people

these are the ideas that
pass themselves off as truths

sleeping children in
burning houses

doors locked from the other side
or fragile lights in
curtained windows and all of
the blackness that surrounds them

all of the ways
that being human is defined by
how much pain we cause
each other

by how much space we put
between ourselves
and the people we love

whatever we hold
in our hands so easily
transformed into a weapon

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