silence doesn’t take responsibility
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they sullied bodies in their dirt and mess
eloquent, convenient, trivialised
a sour celebration that nobody questions
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and they stand tall in their costumes
folded hands, litanies up their sleeves
rehearsed bodies, voices that you trust
because they speak and sound right
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I started listening with my body
and I hear what everybody ignores
what contaminates the room with the past
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the smell is still on them
oozes out of their sick pores
a child stands eulogised
Croque-Melpomene 