I don’t mean literal socialists

Socialists Unite!

We travel the world with book in hand and word on lips
Banishing our guilt to the far reaches
we don’t run away
we chase it
Excavate with fire and knives
The deep crevases of our souls

We track it by the rasping of its breath
by the scuffed imprints it leaves behind
In the shadows we smell it
We wrinkle our noses
Turn our gaze away and move toward it

Soon we can see it soon
It sqirms and shutters under our boots
It heaves and haws, we can feel it’s heart beating
The last of its life comes seeping out
and we
we are the conquorers again

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