In your breasts

Scrubbing away the shadows

That leave stains upon the floors

Adorn your flowing crown of silver with constellations of ginger stars

Surrender half-mast head hanging shame

Raise your chin your power reclaim

Pound your soapbox pulpit with the revivalists fervor

Radical revolutionary revulsion of state sanctioned murder

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One comment on “In your breasts

  1. Linda Looney says:

    This is interesting. Usually when I read your pieces, I “get” them quite quickly, but I had to read this a few times to get what I think it means. Good stuff that makes us think.

    Sent from my iPhone


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