We do to each other what we say to each other,
We say to each other what can't be done for each other.
*consequential abstraction*
We hold accountable those we can catch,
And turn from footprints that won't match.
*consequential selection*
We make the choices that aren't enough,
And bear the burden of a dying cough.
*consequential inaction*
We talk a lot and said have plenty,
Who cares enough that our towns are empty?
*consequential distraction*
We eat enough of our words to puke,
And wait for the dirtiest hand to nuke.
*consequential protraction*
No heroes here, so wait for the end.
All things will settle, once we've drowned our friend.
*consequential destruction*
Then we stop, fall silent.
All minds are quiet.
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Värvitud sinised linnud
PoetryVärvitud sinised linnud on kurvad. Nad ei nuta, vaid raputavad tiibasid ja pritsivad värvi. Kogumik luuletustest nii inglise kui ka eesti keeles. / The colored blue birds are sad. They will not cry, but shake their feathers and spray paint. This is...
