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Jan 2020
What secrets lie deeper
Than sleeping abysses
Than tombs of Ulysses
Or fixed moon-eclipses
Of frequencies seeping
Like squeaky transmissions
Then frequently keeping
Timeless prejudices
Like credence’s ignorance
Bliss crucifixes
And Uighur believerless
Prison submissions
Than reaping,
Heat-seeking,
Drone missiles
Peace-weeping
Crone mothers
Of martyrs
Whose weakness is meek
Wikileak
Double-speak
Delete button deceit
Pressing prescient unrest
From the jaws of the defeat
In its seething,
Bereaving
Surfeit of aggrieving
The victims
Of systems
Resistant to change
Still insisting the rest
Of the chess-pieces
Play
In its zero-sum,
Urban slum,
Loaded gun
Game
Disengage
Them from business of war
For monopoly,
Peremptory
Is its claim
To displaced, defaced property
Sold to the grave
To the slave master’s tract
Of false facts
And half-truths
Like removal axe
Chopping down
Forbidden fruits
As in rueful despair
Helplessness
I prepare
For the end of a world
No incentive to care
That I still seem to bare
Upon shoulders
A flare
With the sun-burning heights
Pushing boulders
Up there
To upon the landholders
Below
Let it go
To at least
Level fields
And let stakeholders know
I have something to show
For this perilous,
Pitiless
Peregrination
A fool’s errand,
Grandeur trip
Globalization
Michael Marchese
Written by
Michael Marchese  26/M/California
(26/M/California)   
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