Winds collide.
I’m here.
Push.
I’m here.
Breathe.
I’m here.
Warm.
Why push me?
Calm.
I stand.
Breathe.
I love you.
Shifting spots.
It’s okay.
I like it.
Stay here.
Bleeding knees.
It’s okay.
Why leave?
I like here.
I know here.
Dog is here.
I believe you.
Hope you’re right.
This is new.
I’m sad.
Explain why.
Repeat class.
I’m sad.
Mom, I’m.
Soldiers.
Hilled yard.
We’re young.
Love this place.
Control.
Finally, my place.
Tell me,
Should I be happy?
Asleep.
Cover.
Look up to see light.
Am I home?
Move on.
What to do?
Distract.
Return.
Lenin told us not to.
Smelling the Amazon.
Publishers manufactured it.
Consent was given long ago.
Who to blame?
Myself perhaps.
I haven’t walked enough.
Missiles on missions.
It’s not us.
It’s them.
Peace.
Destruction.
Crowns weather.
Bones wither.
Stop this.
Stop this.
What does a worker do?
Toil, toil, toil.
Shut up.
Toil.
Bombs in your well.
No water.
Sirens.
Missiles on missions.
Bombs in your lawn.
No food.
Alarms.
Missiles on missions.
Toil.
Toil.
Toil.
Boom.
Bombs at your factory.
Bombs on your bus.
Bombs in your bedroom.
Bombs on your child.
Bombs.
Bombs.
Bombs.
Boom.
Go to work.
Boom.
Your economy needs you.
Your country needs you.
Upside down hillsides fight gravity.
We die on this hill.
There’s no running away.
Money is in the air and money is the world.
We may pull out your children and the young ones sent.
But those in defense and intelligence will never leave.
The privatized world shapes the public world.
They will bomb away all of the land and the smiles.
They will create the terrorists.
They will create the freedom fighters.
They will create the strife that carries capital into the next generation.
The youth have the remedy in front on them.
Hammer.
Sickle.
Anti-war.
Love.
Peace.
Dying for strangers.
