William Taylor Jr.

And Who Among Us

We sing our broken songs

all of us here abandoned 
in the trash heap 
of the 21st century

adrift in the algorithms

god’s lonely fire
in our veins

caught like flies 

between the last playoff game
and the next celebrity death

the cardboard reality 
of each tired afternoon

a secret we’re too 
afraid to tell

we toss the days aside 
like unwelcome gifts 

imagining we are hungry 

for something other 
than what we’ve known

and what is left alive
in this city but the ghosts?

what music 
what poetry?

what unnamed things
to call our own?

what blood
is left in the sun

and who among us  
remembers how to burn?

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