(c) 2023 by Michael L. Utley

(#343)

in these dead woods
only the storm crow
knows my name

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(#344)

an entire universe
in the bowl of my old hands
and still I’m alone

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(#345)

red-wrought destruction
right-wing nihilism wears
a death’s head grin

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(#346)

there’s no need for books
when guns speak louder than words
red-hat terrorism

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(#347)

blood on our hands
bullets don’t discriminate
another child gone

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(#348)

love and lenity
the earth pleads for sanity
as the bullets fly