(illustration: Theodor Kittelsen)
Our Labor of Love
must be zero profit so
I pm the post mortem
post-modern PM
On the nO now
I said nothing
and watched them carry
the careless corpse
away
and a way opened
for us to Love
the Children
of Time
because the C.T. scan
never said nothing
it must have been
always there
like freedom,
not liberated from
responsibility
but from Received Pronunciation
Yes, the word is viral
and sheer poetry,
like justice
that by not caring
you can't save
the heart
you think you
don't have
from the pain you inflict
without giving a fuck
you always fuck yourself
by this law
some call karma
pointless armament
adds to the dada of it
why rock back and forth,
when you can go somewhere
like the primitives who almost
left no trace
nor waste
as they found
their way
out?
Why lock and load
in conflicts of old,
that could have been squared
then just as much as now?
It can't have been all sold
It can't have been all sold
from under us and that's it.
Our Labor of Love
will never be slavery.
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