By: Thomas Deloria
Art by: Maya Murray
the roman empire had fallen
and the whole ordeal was beyond embarrassing
its various parts
were broken in a way that can’t be fixed
in the distant past, a long long time ago
i had ’d been in america,
i kept my hands in my hoodie
my pale unshaven face hidden in my sleepless nights
americans were not truly smart
living under the reign of an “amateur”
automobile emissions
into the atmosphere
while glass-jar companies that profit from our talent
were generating millions
we had tried to battle the devastating effects of this moral decline
but we got our asses handed to us
me, and countless others, had been used, shot in the back,
our value diminishing each day on this side of the this unkept fountain
there are hard times ahead
with the window we’ve got left
so what’s the use?
what’s the use?
HOWLER LIT 