this is their body
or
not
is
a
single
charred
dangled
chemical
pulsing
at
the
pit
a
cyanide
butterfly
almond
at
the
coccyx
a
maruti
in
bhopal
this
revelation,
punishment
has
vanished
been,
oblivionated
been,
made
to
rest
in
a
cold
amortized
sinking
arresting
respiration.
2.
build a permanent river & they will come.
they missed being schoolchildren
& felt a longing
waves & rigid waves share
and chat share & chat.
looking out the corner of the eye they
are all puppets transforming more
and more transforming.
felt a longing for those wounded for those
smeared.
the river is everywhere persisting
houses built of drugs perimetered in barbed wire
doctors everywhere asthmatic themselves.
those african women & their fistulas
those dump sites those chemical overspills
those large long highways that take you away from
these mines these sowetos
these girls with strange hairloss
this id of sewage that bewilders this
inertia this soil's tenured evil
a group of teenage boys kick the 3 legged tabby
incineration zinc copper Al
towns that are but moral
legal fictions tax shelters
all entrepreneurs now
the old man does not say a word but he is crying.
this prison was a high school once and
a catholic church before
accelerating cycles of
real estate speculation.
could be st louis could be ahmedabad
the children run laughing with
broken legs bleeding
gums teeth but lumps
the heat the bear made me do it.
mules & hogs rule this town sewage flowers
slo mo riots fumes in the classroom
music nor sport will save
the other day dhoni speaks and the elders cry
at being nationally filmed
children run with stolen microphones.
so easy to lose
a child forever the streetlights are
broken its been dark here
forever in winter
the sun is down by 4
toilets kept dirty
to be used for needles
no exit from prowling teens
only more and more and more
liquor stores fast foods lotteries
if you live till 30 you might be tired enough to wish out.
if killed by the other street's gang there
is the pleasure else why jail for killing
random already superterrified stranger
over shoes that do not fit enough
weeds grow out of his old sepia
watch the children at play & sleep & in their breathing
they are still human
even in the enormous ugly enormously ugly
school more runaways at ratios of 2 to 1
than finish school
india will do an america on america the
horror the terror ism of it
the lone child paints geometry a permanence
of waste of overcrowd of truancy of mists
of tears only 10 and his game is
over never seen a mapled
college not even on tv a deep
inbreeding panic barely describably
despairing they listen to cricket
in the police station detonate me
another building down daddies dead or
collapsed in asthma or just so tired
so bare.
low hanging fruit outlier statistic of development
money is not what works for these
"people"
all irony & madness conspire in
this remedial democracy
the rest of the country only lives in that
b&w tv. think of what you can reasonably
live to see imagine happen even by
the 2200s.
social forms of loudly silent loudly
mute total disrepair.
every building mocks a tree a river
a gray slate of a future unfathomably
...
bad cops happen to good people
in a sad blue tv nightwarmth
the tv media is only aaaaaargh
tears mark their eyes their anger in
their other language
the electronic acronyms of whose future bars
simple ritualizations of ambition
cent per cent equality is cent per cent expensive!
child soldiers are easier to kill give the bellied man
a lathi & red lited jeep these
raids will not be tele vised
there is no language anymore monster & aliens
seem to thinned of savor long ago
separated and un-equalled and moreover
skinned
health care being not a constitutional right...
the water is stagnant the day hot the street crowded
the rains will come fast flow fast it being so
beautiful everywhere around if you look not that far
trimmed lawn look up the lights bouncing off
clean kitchen floors the horizon so wide
so opened stretch your arm
render life
outside and everywhere-
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