Mar 31st Fall 2024, Poetry Fall 2024, Poetry (almost) the remains of everything this is revelation the last of the angelsare hovering over the wreckage playing their melody i thought it would sound better- less like an off-key hymn more like r.e.m. i watch my friend’s dad a christian nationalistcut off his earsand start screamingusa (this) usa (means) usa ( )we all pray for a savior somehow i looked for a sign from heaven and i saw it all burningi followed the smoke to philadelphiato find a garden bedded with ashes win or losethe end is– Alison Wintermute
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