Tuesday, July 14, 2020

poem

Song Of America

I obey the klaxon
Of metal against metal
Sharp against skin
The crunch of dry bone
Walls red speckled
Sirens too close home
Lock-down drill, get in,
Get under the desks
Just move, don’t think
Rhythm and melody
Rhythm or beat
Bright light clink
Of bullet into tin pan
Alleys dark, unlit,
Play hit after hit after
Hit

7/14/20

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