shut
down the wound
around these riots
in language”
what conflict
here
& where
you need ‘em
then
deny
it all
the light of burning shops
soft
this evening
sun
cloud
stain of blood
or wine in the road
– it’s all gone west
out of pronouns
& real people
perche attraversa qui?
non
lo so di queste niente
ah like beef
in the heat
ripened
red &
english
“what I said
ignored the burning urban landscape”
assume
it’s true
&
then
let it go
as what it is
the
bloody language
squishy as soggy cardboard in the looted
shop’s doorway
everything
taken now
in the mist of the occasion
the constraints of our society
represented by fists & metal poles
fierce energies in a vortex
discovering itself
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