Tomorrow...
poem by e.e.cane
Jan. 28, 2021
swelling thought
maybe tomorrow buries itself
comfortably between modesty
and screaming incoherently
Indeed, whenever I express meekness,
barbarism follows
When offensively brilliant—conciliatory mocking
I find intolerance can’t wait, so I do,
quietly nestled and keeping my mouth shut
waiting for the next day
and the next
and the next...
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