part 3
the mis-use of machinery
it is the trees weeping
in the night wind
the mis-use of the mind
turn away
I have nothing to say
in all this darkness
everyone wins from
words that carry light
from the closed doors
of the mind
I have nothing to say
why don’t you just sit there
and die
a little
everyday
waiting for some naive
child carrying the
crippled bird of yr love
to say the things you are
afraid to say & perhaps
in a millennium or two
you will begin to
understand
that naive child
was you
and you murdered him
in the darkness.
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