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We Are Not Obliged To Satisfy The Market



You want fire,
and loud noises
that detonate the tympana.
Thick black smoke, dark clots
acrid as your enemy's tongue,
and breaking, and collapse.
You want heaps of corpses,
the scent of rot,
and a symphony of flies.
You want anger and fear,
and tears, and acres
of barren dust.
You must.
You don't want this flower.

All poems are written and copyrighted by Michael C. Rush.
None may be republished or repurposed without permission.