Kill Every Billionaire and All Their Daughters and All Their Sons

It's a mystery!!

I was reading about

Elizabeth Koch’s dystopian novel, her neuroscience industries

to “create empathy” while wildfire smoke blew and blew over five continents into an asthmatic pattern on art’s tapestry of blood money.

Your city is flooded,

mine is on fire. Your hands are beautiful, mine are making

a book. When I say we have to dust off the guillotine

from the 18th century, and use it, I mean really fucking use it,

I am not a poet, this is not poetry

and I am not

being symbolic.