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(including a line by Tobias Meneley)
The fascists have entered the town
Sun like a late ripe peach
City says no
to masks
We go with the crows & the crowd
A defensive line is made
My telomeres all lined up
The State prepares the tear gas canisters
(almost wrote teenage canisters)
My pronoun is wearing a mask
A defensive line is made
We go with the G & the H
Poets are often tired
We don’t think the hitting will work
We grow calm among the zeroes
My house was a little too calm
Our telomeres all lined up
i’m too old to jump over walls
A terrible beauty is dead
& the sun was tender upon us
i don’t think the hitting will work
A defensive time is made
A poem is not a protest
The Nazis have entered the park
Subject to history’s impress
My telomeres all lined up—
Subject to cosmic rays
Aw Aw awe awe crows say
My house was a little too calm
Was thinking of Nicolás Guillén
Was thinking of William Blake
We go with the crows & the crowd
Hate hate hate hate free speech
i’m too old to jump over walls
A defensive line is made
Subject to history’s impress
i don’t think the hitting will work
Changed utterly wrote Yeats
Sun like a late ripe peace
The State unfolds the tear gas thermoses
We follow the crows Awe Aw
A defensive line is made
A defensive line is made
My house was a little too calm
A defensive line is made
i follow the crows & the qualm
repeat repeat repeat
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