An amalgam is forced into existence
In families
Of families
With families
Undulating in side-shows of caring
Fabricated with hateful shadows
Creeping and lurking between voices
While the best words reaching for love
Drip off lips like mercury drops of saliva
In an atmosphere of corroding realities
Dressed up for Sunday
With only the best penmanship
All gifts are taken for granted
By giver and receiver alike
While the carriage is forced off the road
By corrections and expectations shot-through
With the bullet holes of love
Always love
I love you
Don’t you love me anymore?
Until words fall like burnt umber leaves in autumn
Fragmenting underfoot into a mulch
Bearing parts of the family’s collective heart
Disintegrating into a vapid paste for soil
And more words evolve and multiply
Born on the conveyors at church
Surrounding the pews
With revisionist crucifixions and miracles
That graduate into a mystic fodder
For an alchemy where acid tongues still
Kiss their loved ones
Like nothing happened
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