And now what should we do with
these
God like people here drinking all
the blood?
Designing shapes of new horrors
and the horrible
Each devour thy neighbours
While young take the street to
bleed letters
Lost confused snuffed syntax
They pose their death in paused
acts
Of simplest meaning
Some palms open
Some splintered bones
Some grip
As if freedom is grasped and felt
And shared and loved
Loved and shared
And felt and grasped
In palindrome of hope looping the
sky
Their half-closed eyes see
thousands of suns set
Into the darkest of night
