unstable

by eloisehendy

the strong men are crawling
forwards
on haunches
hackles raised

the pedestals are shaking
the parapets
the people
we placed above
look
set to topple

evidence is faltering
the truth
wobbles
these are tentative times
i feel
unsteady

what a precarious
state
of affairs

the strong men are coming
to take us
away

streets pulse
stars are covered
by gauze

they have pulled
the wool
over us all

i wake up
in the irrational
in the grip
of a fist

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