A TESTIMONY OF FIRE
when
on the vitamin deficient
skinny flesh of your mind
your heart
your spirit
your soul
these long
drawn
firing
lingering
wired
criss-crossing
battle scared
flames spitting
blood tearing
whip-lashing
deep cutting
throat slitting
far reaching
spear-bullet laden
principled lines
cast indelible marks
do not
like a man possessed
flee in fright
this is the conscience of the living dead
I am just a secretary
taking dictation
from the bosses upstairs
I am an instrument
a vessel
and this is
a testimony of fire
WHEN POETS VOMIT FROM HUMBLE PIE
When poets vomit from eating humble pie
and are choking in their own lines
I declare a moratorium
no more poems
about revolutions
still in progress
no more poems
when yesterdays revolutionaries
are spitting in the graves of martys
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