Monsters in my backyard

Seek not but do not blame,

the monsters in my backyard—

bodies unloved and names unsaid.

Do not rekindle the fires they lit,

or spread the lies they told—conventions walaid, monotony burnt to crisp.

They may rise, these vandals, renewed.

They’ll laugh at our mild insurrections and little miseries.

They’ll ignite mischief—razing temples, demolishing histories.

The devils that once played catch will dance in awful farewell.

Just parts of us, they’ll linger,

in my backyard they’ll lurk.

Ever alone, in a multitude,

a dry sidewalk on a rainy solitude.

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