The world is
broken
The people
are sad
This diaspora
of twisted eternal grief
drives me mad
All around me
these people
they are books
the same recklessly stacked words
the different
careful meaningless titles
pushed into
different covers
Blue and
Yellow and
Green and
Red
A half smiling girl
in the shades of
the dead
A woman in
white with
a mien kampf look
A young
broken boy
with a Tolstoy book
The world is
broken
the people
are sad
This diaspora
of twisted eternal grief
drives me mad.
