By Thomas Hannah
Who will hold the hearts
of us headless
senseless
anchors
chained to the ankles of the roosters
who will pull us empty vessels
to the surface
to gut our bodies
of our wristwatches and salvageable organs
who will preserve our moments
unnoticed
eroded
in the corners of tired minds
ravaged by time
who will save us animals
facing the firing squad of extinction
who will save us aliens
walking a world void of our oxygen
who wants us
unwanted
viruses
who will understand us
silent
speakers
screaming difference to indifferent
who turned us children
to monsters
creeping quiet creatures
strangling brightness
who will love us
grim reapers
when everything we touch turns
to ashes
take my fractured soul
for your fickle love
king serpent
nothing means either to me
neither means something to me
anymore
nevermore
Thomas J. Hannah is a poet from Sydney, Australia. His work often tackles themes of tragedy, hedonism, and the human condition. He is currently working on his first full-length release.
