ORLANDO Intolerance, like heat, rises. No one should have to – No, but, they do. ... Without having to reload… Almost a double entendre But who hears twice When they are dying (dead)? To be killed for love Or to be honest desire Is an outrage; is there A kind of killing permissible? Revenge itself is outrageous. It’s all a circle, or some shape, Not the shape of bodies Held together, as if by glue, Stuck by blood or sex, Or yes, the loving grimaces. Is there pity for ignorance When it results in such loss, And arises from belief? Bad beliefs, like bad music Are immediately apparent To the soul’s ear; We cannot dance to hate; Only love has a beat And a groove worthy Of proper physical attention. No one may make light Of atrocity, poetry out Of such blindness Seems obscene; but terror Is the porn of our age, Clicking its way to hits And hitting out; snuffed, Those viable, visible lives So various in their options, The multiple mout...
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