Air Black
Dancing leaves fade to a city's thick, settled haze of toxic scum.
Read more →Perils drive silence, while official narratives deny death, branding all gruesome images as deceptive 'lies'.
With my perils and those of the world
upon me,
I am driven to terra luctus, silence.
The symbolic lies shattered: The symbolic is all:
In the desert,
Word is with interpretation
not people;
For the building of the nation, no city was destroyed.
People just drop dead:of pebbles birds drop from the heavens.
There is no murder under this sky.
Interpretation claims, ‘I am killed in clashes,
there is no genocide.’
In the plains,
Corpses swept into rivers
and burning by the roadside seek
hegemony over words.
But we get diegesis instead:
‘We are a model state,
Those images of the dead are lies.’