Weep

Weep, sisters, for the child with the blownout skull, for the other child burned alive, for the limp, lifeless, tiny bodies and the piles of unrecognizable carnage. Weep, brothers, for the cackling politicians, for the apathetic westoids, for the human drones chanting We love Joe and the DNC attendees covering their ears to avoid hearing the names of murdered children in Gaza. Weep for this fraudfaced civilization, this microplastics civilization, this OnlyFans civilization, this Moloch civilization Ginsberg wrote about in Howl, this civilization with enormous forced grins over plates full of shredded children in selfies with AOC and Tim Walz. Weep with careless abandon. Weep til the sobbing wrings you out like a sponge. Weep with head back, screaming sloppy and snotnosed, ribcage splayed open to the heavens and human heart beating unguarded and unhidden. There are no answers in the weeping. There are no solution