From this moment, a cumulus spray
dissects the air. Grandmothers weep
into their sleeves. And so it is.
The tale of common water and sky
bathed in droplets, wedged in rat-coiled waste
along the carnival curbs.
The firefighters made
rainbows for children while hot navies anchored
their ships in their young lungs. This day
outnumbered our creators. This day a cough
or a snot of disbelief splintered. Shrapnel
liquidated our map-dot borders. Through the face.
In a pinch. By
possession. Beyond incineration.
Ring the bell, feel the bank blow open
its vault of violence in a sneeze.
This diffusion strokes our serpents, breaks our bricks,
Brings our antibodies to their knees.
:)
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