Sun pours in the living room window, warmth offers pleasure,
yet I must move towards relative darkness--skin cancer
and bright sun no longer friends. Children in Palestine, hopscotch
and jump ropes their giggling targets until the bullet in the brain.
Evil incarnate feasts on American treasure, cancer ejaculates
into sunshines of ignorance, dawnings of apathy, mangled lights
of everyone's darkness.
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