Reunification Day

Lips cold on the shoulder
Leer a mouth of keys
Fallen from the impotent fist
Spitting crumpled words
Since flattened out.
It always rains
And every drop hits a nerve.
The light and the sound compelled to give
To the crippled polluted exhausted endeavor.
Lines chopped up for souvenirs
And each annulled the other
Before a shot was even fired
Or salt bread broken on a lifeless byway.
An artificial distinction


Left unrecognized
Because untrue:
Not one, not two, but thousands.

- Jason Price Everett