Words and Steel

You’d think we would’ve gotten used
to it by now since all we ever seem
to do is turn breath and blood
into memory. But we always want
what is not ours, making time for
hunger, even after the realization
that Oh, shit, we’ve been here before,
why are we still shaking?
How did we stand still, breathe
and bleed for the slaughter
we weren’t meant for?

- R. Zamora Linmark, “The Idea”