Tuesday, June 2, 2020

Democracy




imagine incandescence
pulsing at a distance
a throbbing heart 

a boot on its throat
constraints on its limbs
a knee on its neck
only an ember
its flame will come back





Dick Russell
June 2nd. 2020

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