we bl—

we bleed
with alarming frequency

we blister
under the heat dome

we bleat
like so many sheep

we blunder
+ blandish our lives away

we bloat
like corpses we’ll soon be

we blend
well with the earth

What I’m Reading:

I would have laughed, but it was war time yet again:
more air strikes crumbling schools, more drone opportunities
& misplaced homilies. You got to be kidding me.

— Adrian Matejka / “Record Player”