Happy Anniversary

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It’s hard to rejoice in love;
You, at your end, surfing craigslist,
reading NRA.
Me at mine watching horror
dramatized on TV –
neither finding comfort.
What’s to become of this world?
where we’ve built hot springs
that melt flesh,
silos that destroy grain,
and harpoons that open skies
like a church key
folding tin cans.
What’s to become of mankind?
when streams spawn sickness
and new disease,
soil yields only to the wild,
and aged air smells of decay.
What’s to become of you and I?
when our hearts are always frayed.

©KMcGee – 2016

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