No More Days in Hell Alone: poems by Aeon Ginsberg

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no more days in hell alone seethes and snarls with a uniquely transgender rage. aeon "plugs into the macro," pilots the killdozer, throws bricks—scrounges for any means possible to tear down empire and build up the barricades while we still have the chance. ey are covered in blood and filled with broken glass, urging us to remember that we aren't just "funding a war/" we're "in one." yet all of this is done with a strident love for all that is threatened by the violence of our world, of imperialism, of gender and the mundane despair of life under capitalism. aeon invites/incites us to a better world if we can fight, together, to get there, and promises ey will be there alongside us fighting. "what are you going to do," ey ask us, "when you can't do anything else."

— hazel avery, author of number one earth, ed. something right here