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By henry 7. reneau, jr.
(Are we not wise enough?)
There’s a sickness in people // Something that makes us /
wound one another / : The corporate headhunter / back-alley bartering Gaia's precious life-blood / from a briefcase blood-soaked in the spiteful gravity of refugee dispossession // & Corporate brand Trump grab as grab can . . . grabbing with both hands // Our malice of greed / in opposition to / common sense // Our denial / eventually / windblown grains of human-crumbling-to-sand / illuminating the desert of a decaying industrial landscape // Despite we have the chance to make a difference /
everyday / until our dying day //
(A comet's disintegrating descent from the sky)
henry 7. reneau, jr. writes words in conflagration to awaken the world ablaze, free verse that breaks a rule every day, illuminated by his affinity for disobedience: a phoenix-flux of red & gold immolation that blazes from his heart, like a chambered bullet exploded through change is gonna come to implement the fire next time. He is the author of the poetry collection, freedomland blues (Transcendent Zero Press) and the e-chapbook, physiography of the fittest (Kind of a Hurricane Press).
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