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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