Luyện nghe bài hát Troll

Once upon a time, you and all your
lived underneath
had ridges for ribs dropped off into empty chests
as if your hearts all stolen treasures
as if an excavation crew hired to dig up and remove the part of you that let you feel
and while the world you invented the wheel you stayed put
knowing that would one day roll over top of you to get to it's going
you had an endlessly flowing line of food
you began to brood humanity and made meals of our hope
as if crushing our spirits would your mirrors cast better reflections than the ones they gave
as if the only way you could save yourselves was to make the world ugly so no one would you hided in it
you learned to knit into a kind of camouflage
hope like a mirage that you could use to lure in your next meal
you lived off our fears, you could what we feared
and every night, as the moon at stories on sunlight
you took as an invite to head out into the woods
you curled hands into wrecking balls
your breath became squalls, you made rumble,
you made land shiver, you made boys and girls that someone would deliver them from you
we them, you aren't real
and then one day, the world
but you all the same
just migrated living underneath bridges to living underneath information superhighways
days and nights became meaningless, each deep in chest became an abyss no one would ever find the bottom of
concepts like fell into your gravity
we turned into life preservers hoping to save as many as we could
but the who guarded closet doors and the mothers who secured the floors under beds all shook their heads not knowing how to deal with you
you, who crept into our lives, with like knifes stabbing your words into our skin
you began to uploading yourselves into our homes
you had computer screens for eyes and software for
you turned hate into stones
and hurled them at beauty, as if you bear to see anything other than ugly
different
you had fingernails like flint and scraped them against decency hoping we would be the ones to all catch
you all had smiles like barbed wire not meant to keep us out, but to keep us in
always a firing pin, you spoke in explosions
it cute
it funny
you strangers into death
and
and as each family learns to graft over the wounds you gave them, you helm yourself into the scar
you have coaxed the sober back into bars, out cigars at memorials
offered nooses, cliffs, and pills to those who unfortunately found you before found help
you suffering
in between tragedies, gracefully dipping miseries as if we would be somehow impressed by the dexterity of your animosity
you on rape
dashed through police tape as if it the finish line in a race on who could be awful first
now
you somehow see this as an invitation to turn your keyboards into
wondering one of you can be the first to hate us best
your
dressed in riot gear
ready to incite
as if each board is a stage who you recite hostility turning freedom of speech into freedom of cruelty
we are stuck you
the way you are stuck with you
your mind is and it keeps malice fastened there like cheap wallpaper
we were once upon a time that none of you exist
we dismissed you as believe or myth, now
on only resolve
we can no longer afford to tell ourselves, that you aren't
we will not let you your dinners out of the things we feel.