The Heartbeat that Rattles the (fuckin) Jaguar Cage [Part 3]

—. Rattle them Cages, Freedom’s Come and Gone
Yes, I felt the temporal close
The moment I caught your pheromones—
And really they caught me—
So that no hurricane! could pass between us,
No violent tectonic drift! could fade
The memory of you in my womb,
While the voice of wildfires! rose
And raging hum of electricity! in the sky
Beat in my hollow chest at night
And Traced the bootsteps of revolution!—
              [Sleeping on branches,
              We heard the bombs fall…]

Yes! I felt the damp moss
Of your furry chin bristle crisis
When the first airplanes
Drew overhead virtually flightless~~
They seeded the clouds with
The nightmares of nations,
       And poisoned our last avenues of struggle
       And poisoned our parents and children.

And they keep you feeding on lies
but you keep on not believing
Until it’s the only voice
That clears this chaotic mess alive.
So you give up and say
              2 + 2 = 5
Because you just want to believe
              2 + 2 = 5
And when you give up
More than a part of you dies.

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