Tuesday, April 08, 2003


We are suffering home suffering home our red gates
splayed at random through the occupied city
our new old home passing through smoke our belovéd lungs,
suffering oxygen divided from nitrogen which goes home
into the soil heaped at the mouths of the red gates
standing open straddling the boulevard arranging air
turning the ones who enter into gods the ones entered into women
who must suffer to claim the names we’ve left for them
in bulldozed homes human bondage born of bombs
bombs embraced our suffering bombs pierced through the tongue
for a poignant pleasure red milk flowing through red gates
red sky thronging above arches and below arches
made into the interior of a plastic envelope bulked suffering
this is our task to be the wall between and among to be home.

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