there’s something neglected in a medal
down in the couloir
within a shadow’s needful silent
a forest, a freeing
a bloody trigger
a bleeding flower
a titanium rose
a shiny rocket piercing ferocious toothed
screaming scarlet dawning
through the subterranean humble hiss
the wind blew out a lost dimension howling
reading off their names
madness is a machine gun
a free form radiating coffin
demon in a gun

there’s something revolutionary in a rosary
fountain of forgiveness
bare beads fingered
the sanctity of blood
a story
a resurrection
an unconditional
merciful love

…we’ll march in again tomorrow


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