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Neitzsche and Me
Hannah Minick

and we wonder

who put her under

you have not yet heard the thunder

the lightning hit

and you with your child-eyes under cover

missed the news that the world is over

and you with your white hands

still reaching for the bright light candy

don't you know the hall is empty

that the fear had been set free

and you with your skin still smelling of that baby cream

do not even know enough to scream

cannot find the words to ask me what I mean

when I say that it's the end of the scene

that all that's left is truth and that it's obscene

and you just look and want to know if you're the king

if I'll be your bright light queen

and you wonder why, you wonder why I scream

you wonder

what put me under

what pushed me over this edge

and from the dark I'll whisper

it was this, it was knowledge

and you'll go back to sleep

because ignorance is cheap