Jul
12th
Sat
12th
Molehills
I make molehills into mountains,
Cut my tongue on the sun,
Forced labor building monuments over mass graves,
Sliced open bleeding,
Chalk marks on a black board,
Mathematically inconceivable,
Highly improbable,
The engineers lost his hat again,
His train too fast,
Careening on unmarked rails,
In an otherwise unremarkable part of town,
Your babies cries a newfound disappointment,
Too young to talk,
Too slow to catch up.
Run you scream aloud,
Twenty six tons,
Bearing down,
Running uncontrolled on a hill,
Collisions unavoidable,
Come from situations uncontrollable.
