We See

We stir
a waking and a
shaking of dry bones,
of past perils glazed
over and ruptures
bandaged up with
illusory standards and
invalid epistemologies.
We understand
what you are made of,
your precious democracy,
the Blessings of Liberty
and hope for your
progeny dashed on the
scepter of orchestrated  insanity. 
We witness
a history of violence
enshrined in the body,
dismembered and
reconstituted over and
again until you can call
it progress without
loosing the screws.
And we speak
to a future in its making,
to stable foundations,
uncracked by cognitive
dissonance and sordid
psychologies. The not-
being and not-knowing?
Dead spells.