At some point, there has to be apoint. A reason why. But what if the reasonwhy is why there isno reason? What if there is nothingbut suffering heroes hopingthat their suffering will make a difference, yet knowingthat it doesn’t mean adamn. They do it anyway.
nationalism
America the Beautiful
In Charlottesville they worechinstrap bombs that turnedout to be nothing but dust and stone. In Sacramento, thrown like rag dolls,the flies evolved long, sucking mouths; in eternal darkness, reaching, if pushed,for the voice command in your throat. In St. Louis, the bodies leave no footprintson the land, and the nesting cliffs becomebattlegrounds, as they always […]