little blue pill
in its stead of big blue’s
after clues uncovered 
force feeding
of formaldehyde when we 
joined with Death
as Hands of God—

awake I 
waller with 
whatever beguiles
more and more blue 
pills placebo swallow
glaze roadkill picked
somewhere along roadways. 

and if not blue,
a pill of red,
a pox unto their white teeth
their picketed property
their children
their reverence
for ephemeral dream

no freedom
just generation—
capitalism married
after repeated blitzkriegs
birthed stockholm trauma
formed Greater Will 
we cannot abort.