The violence of this voiceSmoothed into place
Shared like reason becomes
Afraid and believes
From this cloud this hand
Of the police reaching down
Teaches us things suddenly
Like the animals once
Taught us to be headless
The mind utterly mindless
Made of flesh and blood
And covering the streets
Sites certain dissensus
It only knows seeing red
The mind bludgeoned
By a force without grace
Around the null set
Possibilities of planks
Intone our total abandon
Power ripples from
Pure means like white
Eschatology without end
Pierces the simple
Shapes of our art
Differences they make
Like machines on the skin
Harrows become operative
And run our mouths
A course of law could stand
No earth nor other
Orders of being
Crowned by its waste.
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