(Written while listening to "Black Messiah;" in particular, the screams at the end of "1,000 Deaths" were dragging the words out of me. This is a good thing, because I have not really been able to find words for how I felt about this).

chalk outlines scream out

invisible borderlines

of bodies like baggage

e-motion-less cordwood

angular hook muscles

where unbroken circles

should be able to breathe

SgErLiVtAo guFRInsGHT

(this line should freeze you)

one long chain of a(I)nts

moves an infected justice system

away from its MO.und, tired

of being force-fed its sickly yellow

access to instant conjecture

never easier or greasier

blood whitewash prayers

pink-coated guard dogs

with flower beds drawn in weeds

history can only repeat

but Brown of the ground

will Garner future fighters

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