
Typewriter Series #2964 by
Tyler Knott Gregson
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She don’t give a damn,
not a single god damn,
she’ll strip you from your bed,
toss you naked into the sea
as it claims and lays waste
to what you called road.
She’ll strike you stone dead
where you stand, light you up
from the inside, spread fire
through what you knew as vein,
you’ll cough smoke, then
you’ll cough no more.
Shake these walls, she will,
rattle them until you’re gelatin
and terror, scream for cessation
if you wish, she’ll send aftershock
to cleanse you of your false belief
in control.
We’re still here, a gift undeserved,
as she could have wiped
the smirk of us off the face of this place.
Half dose of respect,
that’s all it takes to show gratitude,
a slowing of the defiling we call
progress.
We’re still here,
so bow, throw yourself
to the dirt of her,
and give thanks.
Mother, forgive us.
-Tyler Knott Gregson-
Published on May 08, 2020 19:38