Amethyst

Bleeding-heart moderate
in agnostic 
waters.

Batten down the cul-de-sacs
because this barge has been martyred;

so fashion the tourniquet 
and flourish the bandage;

honey, life is just warfare
and you were collateral damage.

Brandish the wounds of our armistice
and dial the ambulance,
call out the dogs and the whistle-blowers
and
pass the buck to the
management,
because this castle of cardboard
has the look of an
amethyst.

Tear down temples and damage it,
pick the queen and then vanish it,
collapse the house and then sandwich it
between
self-doubt and mismanagement;

and when the ocean-liner
hits the bottom
tell the skeletons
you’ll handle it.

Short-term memory notwithstanding
we’re all just amateurs
engaged
in cannibalism,

anyways.

Willie Watt
5.14.16 

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