Future Holocaust



Future Holocaust


My country
is not bread and wine.

My country
are the ruined cupboards

keeping us
from devouring worms.

My homeland
is the rain which made the cupboard

a hotbed of moss.
It is combustion and heartbreak.

My country is us,
the ones formed out of the flood.

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