Cautionary Heads


when we lost our sight

we knew we’d be alright


when they cut off our arms

we were not without our charms


when they lined us up 

knew they had had enough


blood from our wounds

would make the sea bloom


how hard it is 

not to be human


how seductive the money 

and memory kicks


to erase the laughter

and what comes after


to crush every last 

glimmer of will


at these depths 

we became luminescent


in these trenches 

tentacles react


we held our breaths

forgot about the surface


growing thinner and wider 

at these depths 


in a dream of life

that gets closer every night


falls to the heart

through an open mind


tempered by the pain

of everyday


irritations form pearls

In the darkest seas

◄ That weird year

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