Death To Death
. . . I stoned the lord of death to death
we lye, now, side by side
as
effigies of who we tried to be
among countless
revolutions
among countless
massacres
evaporating into mixtures
of all who passed
that day, united
beyond soils of new shoots
I, a deserter
I, a warrior
I, a beggar
I, a zealot
with the lamb
gathering stones . . .
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