Determinant Breach

A Poem

This is a causeway of horror lined with the anatomy of determined suppliants corpses with books still handy like punctuation marks The mist of rage and gunpowder cloaking dark and darkening faces the remnants of a forgotten militia of spirit not really going down again Or again Pasted to the grim flags of disbelief the shouting imbecile who is an always reproduced shout rather than staking out legitimate grounds just going about his day digging graves And though the anatomy is begging for review is begging for the chance to determine something else the breach just gets bigger and heavier till there’s nothing left on either side

J.D. Harms 2020