Said hand to page

You must write it
as the last drop of blood  
melts from your fingertips,
filling the cracked sidewalks  
with a river of deaths
you must write it on waking
bare-chested and unafraid  
to hear the sun croak a mantra
above a hammered notebook,
drunk on all you cannot speak
you must write it
because there is no option
to stifle the fist in your chest
punching your ribs in iron rounds
that scream a human narration
you must write it,
for there is no other way
to grind your charcoal bones
into the violence of art, our pages  
framing the agony of glory.
Written by 24601 (John Brady)
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