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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