genocide
Tag3 Gifts
Driving behind my brother who is driving the moving van
The Unnamable Alien
Stitched together by the Arachne’s
web, we stack the loom.
Iphigenia
There was a girl, skinny like a finger, who disappeared up God’s hole
Barbarity Blues
I watched the space where the girl was
The way she seemed my age but had deep dark eyes
We Were Germany
How can you write poetry on my wall?
you can’t write love
when you raped the world
We were Germany
annihilators
sinking Europe with our poisons
and
rotting hatred
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