The Oligarchs

The Oligarchs

Shall we peck each other
Until we’re skin and bone:
Skinned alive?

Then what,
When the man still feeds
On our marrow and our blood?

Can our plasma be replaced
When the vampire whites
And aristocrats have stolen

What was ours,
What was left of ours?
When we are inside-out?

If we wear our hearts
On our sleeves, then surely
We were asking for it.

-Adam W. Burgess, June 16, 2019


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