and rains came to clear
that thought (and lightning
still called walking upon
all fours) the world is the
world for kind as Me.
In lost society
are empty streets
and empty thoughts
the dead having died
have no more words :
even God and Government.
Like things are permanent.
And what you express
in his spirit is nothing
but word, “Mankind.”
Exit.
:: 01.16.2023 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 