you’re no patriot
playing pretend dress-up
in Chinese knock-off
tacti-cool underroos
wrapped up in your
monuments and tombs
where you pray
for a history that never was
throwing yourself
into front lines
you don’t belong
while your Twitler
inspects his bunker
investing in
comrades and klansmen
for just another 5%
increase to our national hate
poisoning the lifeblood
of a more perfect union
while you become
the low hanging fruit
being seen for what you are
only now becoming afraid
of the truth and
consequences

The Invention of Bullets – Hannah Rousselot
The Invention of Bullets Before: one death at a time, slow. killer watches choked gurgles + wonders what is severed within- the soul or the body? tomorrow- or is it