Twenty-four hours ago
Pulses
one by one
ceased
hypovolemic shock
or maybe intracerebral hemorrhage
boots and cats and
boots and cats and
boot heels catch
cell screens and tight jeans slide away,
Screams.
Another
Purple
blood
stain
Please, no donations
with that kind of intonation,
blood is for taking—
viruses and bullets
protecting vileness
with religion and guns
but Love
is not the God that wars
and yet she surely penetrates
to our meaten core,
So morose is the man who has not met Her
hailing from where, it does not matter
Pulseless, hate cannot protonate
yet Love will aways be
even if all the humans leave
even if the sun should burst,
there will even be Love on a planet cursed,
and Love on other planets too,
between biological beings no one (k)new
Love is a chorus without a score
warbling regardless
of any war.
To Love
or to loathe,
To sing
or to seethe
within almost every moment
We choose our heralds
and our peeves.