I will wipe up the blood
from the smoking streets
with a holy rag and use
it as a crimson flag of justice
flying high over citadels
and in high places mighty,
and when people see
that the staining blood forms
the effigy of a child (with
eyes staring back at you
so that you cannot look
away and say that you
have not been touched),
they will stop cold and
wonder about what is gained
and what is lost in this
game played so rudely
on the hustling streets.

 

7/1/2024