beatnik salad dressing .. .

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upon the copulation
this vast landscape
of one generation with another
an age of explosions around the world
victims victims
cold and fragile
a violence bedraggled
half-baked extravagance
rise of the extremists curtailed
death to philosophy, limbs lifeless
substance-created Art
Michelangelo was pure
words words
have all been said
unfinished sentences
honey honey
upon the sweetness
of clean bees clustering
in the valley
underneath the mountains
where the sun falls
we dropped the key
could not find it
in the brush

words words
I clear my head and dance
in the undergrowth
with siskin man
and the antelope – the kudu
extinct species
their heads appear on walls
lament your capitalist solutions
condemn your intrusion
insensitivity to life
victims victims
in corners of your world
not so huge that you cannot
recognise your mother
politics and religion
conscience abated
lust for blood sated – by war
conflict – we will kill each other
trying to be brave
the world we have made
is plastic plastic
spastic as the credit card
you hold within your hand
where is your promised land

©edenbraytoday11.06.2023