fears and faces

Olde Punk

RamJet Poetry

fears and faces

I have written of the fear

of the faceless

and you name me fearless

smoky, inky-black opalescence

illuminating the dark

with the faces

that no longer can find


a draught of bitter with dinner

I have read of the fear

of the faceless

and you call me fearful

undertones of melancholic habit

our hard edge nine-to-five nonchalance

yes father I know my numbers

.22 .32 9mm .45 10mm .243 .306 7.62mm

the cant and wrote of my forebears

I know who is saved and who is not

but father, why?

‘because it is the way it has always been’

the tagline of Armageddon

privilege comes with responsibility

something that I was taught

I know to be true

not everything today is wrong

but the wrong that is today is faceless

insidious, rotting

and it is here

and it is becoming clear…

I have witnessed the faceless

become infamous names

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Author: Sudden Denouement

A Global Literary Collective

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