Sometimes, it just comes out in words.
It’s always words,
even the images are words first,
then the screaming starts.
The fight is all we know.
The visceral cognition,
learned early,
bred deep,
beyond the bones.
Let the heavens have the stars,
we have fire of our own
and we’re going to let it raze.
Burn, baby, burn!
I never cared for culture,
just yearned
for obliteration’s cradle.
It’s a shitshow.
But goddamn,
it’s a good one.
Let the lepers keep their arms,
there’s more to see
and hear
and touch
in all the galaxies alive
than in this moment.
One paltry life.
The cost,
the bribe,
the gratuity
and still beg for more.
Raven black the river runs
and red to come.
It’s always words first,
then comes
the images.
-HG
