In this generation

A short poem on our generation's lit

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1. In this generation

 

Idiots impervious to ill,

with irate mannerisms

—light reflected through prisms—

ever pointless; no will

 

to undo the vile stillness

exhaling death to them

killing them from the stem

until finally stress

 

makes the Yggdrasil fall.

In this generation

literary creation

is facing a great wall

 

of stubborn non-humans

who, machine-like, dare not

to fly, only to trot.

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