He Thinks Me Ignorant Of Death (Poem)

death. death. more death.

violent murderous wartime death.

pestilential starving cruel death.

death in streaming technicolor.

death in social media posts.

death in every possible way.

a friend who lives in another country

sends me a constant barrage:

this country, that country, another country

is perpetuating horrible death.

why does he think I don’t know this?

I spend my time now

writing graffiti on gravestones

throwing flowers on funeral pyres

and detailing the beauty of vultures that fill our skies.

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