a goodbye

deadly ashes of everything
we’ve mauled it to pieces
ripped the head off
the arms
the legs
cut away the sexual organs
pissed on the heart

deadly ashes of everything
the sidewalks are now harder
the eyes of the populace crueler
the music more tasteless

I’m alone with pure

we pissed on the heart
now we piss on the ashes.

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