land of crusts (tanka)
brown desolation /
a land of crusts and bleached bones /
hovercopters drone
like drunken flies over rot /
scavenging spavined corpses•
What I’m Reading:
“However, they won’t say: the times were dark
Rather: why were their poets silent?”
— Bertolt Brecht / “In Dark Times”
thee istsfor manity reader 