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By stealth,

the train in my living room

is melting and

my brother is being killed.

 

It was so humid the day

we visited the fighter wing.

I was on life support

wheezing,

God Bless America,

remembering our grandfather

serving in Alamogordo 

in the 50’s.

 

The constellation of Gemini

could be seen from the levee.

 

Now,

they exterminate

our people,

veritas,

our origins,

as tornado sirens and

extra-low frequencies still blare

from the factory.

 

The bones of

the liberators

are now visible.

 

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The Ultra Sadists

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Nightmare bringers

force feed me

my latest penance.

 

They are

the rapists who complain

about lack of lubrication,

women-haters,

especially empowered,

outspoken women.

They resent having to

ask our permission,

get our consent.

 

There are still people

who believe women have

rape fantasies.

Some claim women

who speak of being abused

as crazy, manipulative masochists.

Some call victims of sex trafficking

prostitutes and comfort women.

 

Then I fell asleep

and remember everything

except the most

important parts.

 

Even the victims who have,

so-called,

“complied”,

may have been coerced, blackmailed,

extorted, threatened, tyrannized.

 

We who oppose

have our eyes burned out.

 

Of course,

none of this is literal,

it is just a poem about the

abuse,

torturing.

selling,

exploiting,

enslaving,

trafficking

of human beings.

 

It feels so good

that I rage

and I vomit.