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Hanging.
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My toes hanging
Off my feet, hanging
Off my legs, hanging
Off my body, hanging
In the hammock, hanging
Off these trees, hanging
In this hanging valley
I take my ease
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His corpse
Hanging in time
Hanging above my head
Hanging over me
Hanging up his tools
Hanging on by a thread
To a shed of humanity
Hanging by a rope
Hanging from a tree
To show the others not
To try to think to hope
My conscience bleeds
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I open the door,
Badly hung, it screams
I’m hanging on his every word
Breathed out til the last
With a rope that binds us
Their pain, our leisure
Their work, our pleasure
Slavery a skeleton in our cupboards
Still benefiting from their sickening
I hang in a hammock
Woven from their stolen bones.
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Joe Blogs, 2019