And of course
our conversations
grew heavier
the longer they went on
gaining mass
gaining weight
gaining all leaden
thunderheads
overhead
pulling us down
the depths
black as pitch
all suffocating
dark
words
concrete blocks
tied to our ankles
for the drowning
in the cold
East River
Where is
daylight
to be found
when the import
of our self-import
can stuff the channels
so full
that we burst
with heavy
toxic
sludge
How could we
hope to breathe
when all around
the world
is torn down
all around
the weak are
trampled under
jack-heel boots
all around
the robber barons
reborn
rape the public
purse
snatching
clawing
their pork jowls
quivering
as they slobber
jelly and jam
greasy chicken guts
these fuckers
would flay
their mothers’
for the last dollar
on the planet
while we huddle
close around
the small fire
the coal of hope
growing smaller
but an ember
and of course
our conversations
grew heavier
From the prompt: “Gravity hummed between the spaces”.
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