10/12/2019 Poetry: Todd westcottIN JUSTICE So, the rains return and your kind cries violence And before? Silence, though the downpour is well established The heavens turn ominous, a heroic chorus with a prescience like the sea, minor continental dominance Bourne apart by the wind's timelessness, the inherent consequence of a delivery from a post-modern Prometheus You manufacture ignorance & umbrellas and tell us: we won’t tolerate defiance. Liars. This atmosphere is a shared inheritance and it will drown us, regardless of identifiers, like justice while you ramble a vain, competitive excuse, tittle on TV and salute a noose Your prodigious memory fails the burden of proof; it’s a bogus note in the deluge of this precipitating symphony-- your sycophancy a song made for silicon, but such an apparatus fails in resilience when the floods last generations. Todd Westcott is a single node in the ganglia of fourth dimensional consciousness. He does what he can to live sensibly with those who came before and those who will come after on Turtle Island. He’s published constantly on facebook. He lives and works in a fury.
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