Isolation speaks our fragility
to the shadows
lurking in the ruins of us, saying
they’re weak alone they
shatter, alone they’re
just homunculi
made from starving ashes and elemental dust.
Maybe now we’ll learn to ignore
the chiming of those seductive bells,
bells of lives for profit,
bells of us, not them,
bells of
the Earth is ours to kill.
We plugged our ears across time
but now the cotton is consumed by roaches.
Now, at the end,
as the shades of the dead-end king approach
and pull down their hoods.
Jackson Dammann is a twenty-eight year old writer who lives in Chappaqua, New York. He holds an MFA in Creative Writing from Manhattanville College and a BA in English from Vassar College. An avid writer of both poetry and fiction, he recently self-published his first novel, Red Wind’s Ballad, as an ebook in the Amazon Kindle store. He currently works remotely writing product copy for a marketing agency.
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