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Michael H. Levin: Poems and Prose
WHAT IS IT DIES TODAY
All laws blown off like leaves
cold hate slides down the streets
misrule usurps routine
gross insults turd up speech
no fact seems safe to state
bland lies smear every screen
mean crowds chant gangster words
while children drown in reach
wild anger poisons friends
restraint’s gone back to bed
the sky turns dark then red
the demon claws his prey
his minions get their way
what is it dies today
Version first published in Rat's Ass Review, Winter 2020; reprinted in [Capitol] Hill Rag, July 2021
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