"Bodies of O"
Did they know?
Did anyone tell oh-eye-el
that their souls would flow
letting us stretch and grow
like a virus
Unchecked, unmanned man
careening at a helmless wheel
ever forward, ever on
Did they know?
Did they know that their blood
stolen from a field without battle
would fill our armor
and we'd swell
our hive built with the shadow of their bones
atop their very shoulders?
In seven-year-old sunlight we
move in clouds of their sighs
burned off, churned by the still restless wind
lost in the jungle concrete
and stolen beaches.
Where straw men fire metronome guns
full of fear
and oceans of oceanless sea stretch
further than the I
in me cares to see.
Rainstick in hand I laugh at the clouds
and swear it's dry-bone.
Would they have stayed if they had known?
Or would they have changed course
using force or whatever necessary
means to mean us no harm
but to leave no leaves
Leaving is the easiest way to say
hello
to the future-past
Like glass
cracked and stained it waits
like a bowl of fruit jellies
standing at ease
waiting for a hand
to make them useful again
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