A LOVE LETTER FOR THE EPOCH

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MINUS 34

Thirty four is not

Equal

To fifty-one-point-eight-million

It is not me

Nor you

It was them

The thirty-four from the headline

That are late.

Thirty four plus

Two parents each

Plus a spouse and siblings

And an average

Of two-point-four-two

Minors

And suddenly thirty four

Is equal to more than a few hundred.

Thirty four miners

Buried underground

Beneath the deceit

And piled-up profits

That pays the executioner

And buys the lies

As state-sanctioned murder

Is normalized.

Minus thirty four

A democratic massacre

More blood on the balance sheet

Of the corporation slave master

Brutal bastards who lurk

Behind manicured smiles

And doctored public profiles

That will never stand trial.

Tomorrow's Yesterday

And as one adventure concludes

we are faced

with the prospect
of so much more

beckoning to be begun.

Love, passion, life and living.

Memory.

No one truly exists

without the other.

Yet exist we do
even
if only to sustain

hope in the tumult

of progression.