I remember those eruptions of song that used to ring outside at noon. Now is another time and I don’t know what it is. Now they offer the children to the machine, weighing their gains for jewels to adorn their crowns and they leave them there––the children, now silent.
I’m not quite sure how to explain it, but this definitely resonates with me for some reason or another. 🤩
Thank you for letting me know this, Tammy. I’m not sure I can explain it either so it helps to know that it lands : )
Very emotive and deep thoughts
I’m standing in a schoolyard … deathly silent … surrounded by a fence of AR-15s.