And should the symbol be
uprooted tumbled into a mass
grave exhumed glass coffin warehoused in
an old book a failed
script a rusted shed in the corner
of the language plowed into revisionist texts or old folk
songs whose blood
letted melodies have been transmuted
into jingle with pitch and polish the resistance
they meant — human insurgence against civilized
savagery that systole reaction separate
but equal and opposite — will only root
elsewhere again playing implications against
the face until inhibition is furrowed resealed in
to peace
again.
Newspoetry by William at Spineless Books