We Have Thick Sunglasses
truths hide. we know where they are.their bodies buried but their heads are still in the open
grasping for air, hoping to live
truths scream. But we who watch truth die,
pretend that we have nothing to do with it
its death, its burial, its memory.
we are guilty but what can we do? we have suffered enough
and we cannot save ourselves.
we have thick sunglasses. The sun is too hot. Our fats melt.
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