Dec
12
erased from histories
from the myths of library books
we scrub out our pasts
like a radiation spill
like a truck crashing on a motorway
I can sweep away the broken metal
the twisted car parts and
broken bodies
I can clean up as good as anyone else
become another anonymous thinker
in a crowd of blank faces
seas of apathy
you wouldn’t back your own mother
you back yourself
your flag
your colours
you’re out for yourself
but sadly I’m out for you
I have to
because no one else will
