by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán
The language of profit and loss
paid off turning towards
lives of war like bloodied ties
scrawnily scrawled void of thought
soggy salty oligarchs
by far without regard
for the hostel
at the very start
of the well-guarded
apocalypse for martyrs
hardened as gospel gone horrid
like converts of ferocity
emptied of empathy
in columned coliseums
sheathed with sheer fabric ceilings...
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