a placing of faces for placated vases (a setting of humanity's dislocated traces)

given the consistence
of "presidential" precedents

for peddling America's
exceptional preeminence

in obscenely lavished

weapons,

the taxing
of Commons-sacking billions,

and all hundred
cynical
Senators'

fulsome
and toothsome
support,

we ought at least see

the
departing
faces

in this unexampled
sampling

of
unarmed persisters

(disembodied
by force's
protected enforcers)

who seemed to think
they'd a right
to exist

where they were born

(or shoved)

without having to endure,

with civility's
unabashed

dangling
of
silence

(hemorrhaging
its
mangled
generations),

the rogue superpower's
brazenly
bromanced
brutal occupation,

hawks of a feather
sadistic
humiliation,

and denial of access

to medicine

and food,

wherewithal
and water,

their farms
and their highways,

the dreaming
of
wishes,

and fishing in their seas.

*

what,

did they think

we'd think

they were human beings?

yet it
goes without
saying

in the bipartisan fray,

prideful sway,

and
regurgitated
bray

of the chosen
consumers

of the
Prophets
of
Maninvested Destiny,

who narrate the airwaves

and righteth
the sides
of
"history".

verily,
they are as naught.

for what shall it
profit

Death's
ingenious appraisers

and brokers of man

to stay
the
unpeopling

but lose the floor show?

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- Evan Hawthorn, the 30^th of June, 2018