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among the defeated

I A queue to a doorway No-one knows what´s On sale there It could be washing powder Almonds or diamonds You think this was some Yesterday Look out your Ghost smeared Window This is now II Throw stones at the Motorcade The pin pricked Giant will barely Pause At banners & petitions Faded pendants Worthless paper Riding out for a Losing battle Looking to a broken sky For some Mon´s Angel Less an army More a mob To the castle! To the castle! With flaming Molotov You awake in darkness Hopeful So many crusades Begin in dreams III Tobolski late summer With blankets for curtains Tapestry dust Stirred into Koptyski forest soil The former holy The highest Dragged Splintered Made human Or less IV Each new dawning day Spins us up to escape velocity To be spat out to unthinking stars Made passive by the weight of reason & history We stare out into the rain Believing wolves rule beyond the clearing Elsewhere there is dancing Cruise ships leave a wake of Halved grapefruits Shirts and skirts worn once Gilded, seamless they glide Oblivious to the hidden knife The newspaper wrapped revolver Passed under the café table At the platform´s edge All are equal to the justice Of the approaching train V Red Emma Red Emma Won´t you send Berkman over With a satchel full Of dynamite On a Chicago bound Train VI Part six In which I dig a hole To bury past dreams And convictions I brain-grew At a factory lathe Always knowing There was escape A high window climb And as any fool knows The fresh-turned soil Of any deep hole Can be easy seen From the public road VII My advice to you Young devil-cared rebel Why don´t you climb on the roof While your parents are sleeping Try & flag down a passing Black star liner The busted sewer pipe Has flooded the basement Wet pages spin like lily pads Stashed furniture corpse-bloats Full boxes mush-mold Time is tight Young devil-cared pilgrim Take with you only What your pockets can hold VIII Among the defeated Slack faces on rusted fairground rides Among the defeated Eating smoke rain mocked Among the defeated Careless cigarettes burn umbrella holes Among the defeated Landlocked padlocked frozen out IX Don´t try a handstand Your coins will Fall out X Under the tar The chariot ruts A Golem Is stirring.

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