SunPowder
(a recut of Stanley Gemmell's poem
"The Sun Is Indeed... The Honey Of The Devas")

 

Blond love shatters dirty knees,
no dream is more real

(that's why blood is here,
that's why blood is here)

but whose blood is it,
and whose sickness?

it's a bullet riddle,

a ballet of
high-flying drones
communicating,
excommunicating,

seeping through
the mud rubble below,

a damning camel dust,
rubied brains
sprinkled in sand

listen to the mountains,
listen to the hands
determined to get deeper in
the concrete motherwomb,
still digging as it caves in:

a blue-eyed avenger
deals with super-string jealousy
& presses the button

(incoming! incoming!)

we look up to be blinded:
sunpowder ashes in our eyes

 

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