ONE BLACK HOLE, STRAIGHT UP
Maybe
they've written you off, locked you away,
Locked
you out, locked you down,
Given
you no opportunity to show you were better,
Taken
away any chance to illuminate.
There
were the challenges you were drawn to,
That
kept you awake at night, trompsing through
Wreckage,
ruin, filth and heartbreak––
The
hits that felt like kisses,
The kisses that felt like apocalypse.
The
lights disappear, the screams of death go unheeded.
The
autopilot is nonfunctional.
The
real war never gets into the books.
1
May 2012
Spoken word
version from Commune, copyright ©
2013 by Jim Cohn.