you are among the greats
the grand
the unholy giants
their feet stamp the earth
to fine dust their hands
****** our insides you
take what is not given
it is taken from the beginning.
what is left i don’t know
maybe regretting the hatred’s
spew, the battered women,
many half-eaten teeth
ground to their cores in fits
of anxiety, depression,
upped drug prices i am
sure of your devices
i am sure of your ends.