We are monsters now, fangs dripping
with the blood of our victims, the rent

flesh of our children & parents in gluey
attachment to our sinewed talons.

We breathe fire & excrete carrion.
We cannibalize our own refuse,

sodomize uncomfortable thought.
Now is the time for horror, while

ideas such as kindness & comfort,
hope & creation are not even

disdained, merely left aside,
moldering beside the empty road.

—Todd Young

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