In the midst of where we are lies this
injunction now:
“Shut down the words around these riots in
our language”
What conflict plays across these streets here
& wherever
You need not deny it but you need to accept –
what?
The light of burning shops playing on the wet
streets at evening
An ugly banality that will replace pronouns
by real people
Carefully traversing the wreckage of attitude
& takings
I know Karla, Darrel & their quest through
this neighbourhood
Eating pies and laughing in the red glow of English
riots
Anything you said ignored the burning urban
landscape but
Well, truth becomes sooted & soggy
cardboard laid across glass
So, everything taken now! – well, then,
that’s a weird open feeling
The constraints are replaced by fists &
poles, fiercely devouring
Still an inflamed wound smeared around above
us all.
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