Thrush from Ides by La Bella

we are columns of black dust
that constrict airways of loved ones
always receding in new ways
these lines keep playing out the same

tongues stay bridled
as corpses bloom in our mouths
finding paths around broken words
a new light beckons us to learn

a myth to hold us
to break our backs
the weight of history
in all that we lack
the fallowed land that we pile
in the hearts of our friends

let it end
let it end with us
bite the tongue and
fill the mouth blood

all Adornos All Bordieus
we're all left dying to know
spilled from lips
fled in droves
no return to our burnt homes

us pale shapes
we waste away
we've all been
lost at the gate

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