Monday

Tonight We Worship Our Youth (an aborted creation)


From the tops of mountains we've ascended,
limbs charged still,
with cigarettes dangling from our lips
we mock the feeble grasp of death.

Emboldened by chemicals we throw ourselves from cliffs,
safe in the knowledge of our own boundless ability to heal.

Youth is our power
and tonight we worship ourselves.

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