callent scribe scaling speaking turns colliding agency of mercy and the freedom of peace

old enough to be a watcher of populations, crews, or individuals
come into their own or aimlessly gather on ailing neoliberal glass
few grow from where they were stationed to rooted conservation,
to where they always wanted to be, away from stark colonial grass
this is what is waiting for us, if one is fortunate enough being,
to see the day as a turnkey operation to view the consequences
faced here, there, calmly or not, a tombstone’s call and response