LAND 

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Of the free market 

Of marketing without morals 

Of godless hands 

Afloat over weeping bibles 

Of assassinated bravery 

And commemorative cowardice 

Of wishwashed corpses of children 

Unbreathing in a sea of thoughts 

And prayers What else 

Can stolen land birth but this 

Unfettered rot ripened 

Into its repulsive bloom? 

Land blood-blistered 

Thorned with unblessed bones 

Land of the lost cause 

Screeching its sour anthems 

Land of unbidden flame and ash 

Coupling bed of ember and air 

Land of choked rivers 

And greed-bitten mountains. 

Fracked land Landfilled land 

Land of inflation, of predation 

Of unwell and uninsured bodies 

Of orange bluster and oligarchic 

Indifference Land of what’s left 

To lose Of dying constitutions, 

Of Supreme injustice, of slumped 

Saints and addicted disciples 

How do we heal this soulsick 

Land? How do we heal the wretched 

Persistent earth of us?

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