This Crawling Darkness

when death squads are operating
on the regular, in singles,
a liturgy of resignation and words of comfort
at a difficult funeral will not undo
what has been done, my God
what has been done!

the “disappeared” belong to a group
that doesn’t stop growing, never stops
being buried, displaced
(see the water underground,
same as it ever was)

can death and violence extinguish human value
and anguish make survivors expendable,
upendable?  injustice and apathy
perpetuate this imagination
vehemently convicted to
dully persist in shameless silence.

forgetting tongues struck thick and dumb,
deaf, complicit, disinterested in
the disappearance of others
(see them burying hallelujahs
before death has even blossomed)

can we even mourn? will we ever hunger
for the pain of transformation
from eyeless golems into humans?
can we ever silence injustice and stop violence
remember all the ones that we forget
and call expendable?

It’s in this crawling darkness, in this
deep and grieving darkness, in insensate dirty silence
far beyond the limen’s limit

(“letting the days go by…”
“same as it ever was…”
my God what have I done!
my God what have we done“)

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