TESTAMENT II
No one tells me how to to spend my money, and they get to decide how I die. This is freedom. (nina p, âTESTAMENTâ)
I donât want to be a witness anymore. The great lizard swallowed us whole, that mighty darkness and acid waste, a devouring flame that never fades, the nameless thief that takes it all.
If witnesses were meant to attestâ to bring justice and right wrongsâ then I am somehow something else, a voyeur, a victim, a vacationer, bare feet trampling holy grounds.
I want you to know mouths used to be mouths and not guns, not repeating a gross chorus and her lost inversion, we had the gears and screws and yet built sin instead of the loving things.
In the cold parts of the world a hum buzzes beneath the flies on the dead, a funeral hymn I once heard chanting a total abdication of responsibility, the false freedom only death brings.
Still hoping, my hand reaching out to God finds tainted air instead, lungs straining against cigarette embers and despair because we were meant to be better and even still we try, we try, we try.
nina p
