Who decides
who gets to live and
who gets to die
and who misses them
and who mourns eventually
that our science can
only keep
some of us alive and
them not even for ve
ry long
may be the w
orst
fact of all that
‘keeping alive’ shou
ld be the problem of
all science and medi
cal practices
to stay alive to
relieve pain
to die comfortably honorably
represents the
limited extent
of our creativity
and thinking.
So the prisoner
sings and is his body
tho he is
in prison and the state thusly
courses through
him a ‘capillary funct
ioning’
of power thusly
through us in that
song of some
immanence open and
ungovernmentable which
unsentimentally
will see
the walls of sovereignty fall
in a way unlike the way
they were built.
Wearing your ‘war hair’ in the rain
please let your enemies deserve you.
Too much governmentability
not enough desire
for the good we are not good
or just without which law
sustains us lawless except
we won’t pretend some sovereignty
wasn’t the word pretend these
prisons were good
for the soul 'infinitely detained'
by no due process what rogue
state was ‘we’ unmourned
or ‘they’ far away like bodies
we can’t see they see us
down into a Roman thing
incision of the ‘two bodies’
burnt by what remains.
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