Death by Acacizg by Zawmb’yee Nuje
I drew advice from wise men
my council, my friends, but
their philosophy enabled the weapon,
jargon kissed the death abyss, and
Only dust and vapor remain
when a Acacizg is triggered.
Friends, my council, the ingrained,
do not torture me with philosophy
in a grainy vision because I have seen
Doug be vapor and dust in my dreams
Like the carpenter at the gallows
I am covered in saw dust from
what I envisioned and help build:
the scaffolding of a just war,
a self-defense, but
even a just war
kills lovers and friends, no
fiends and lovers, no
me and Doug in the end, then
torture me not with philosophy;
vapor and dust have no patron, and
I am no bigger than a grain of salt.
I’m not even a pebble to toss in the lake,
not a ripple of laughter we made once.
I’m drowning and must reach for my annihilation.
This forbidden Acacizg will end me.
— Zawmb’yee Nuje