Monday, October 23, 2006

 
where is my village
it burns
touches found histories
in private accounts
inflame sense of occupation
an american vesuvius
in time of video isolations
is this an installation
when the longest march
still plans ahead
this was my lifetime
to lock & unlock doors
in a tension of thumb & finger
where are my children?
cleansed
what we find appropriate
drops conversation sudden
it senses my motion
forbids whistles in the dust
subverts my text
in masculinated packs
that some could be a party
i am consumed in the corner
or every peopled room
whispers about me
without my village
this is an array of education
texture of flame
earthbound gatherer
armies of defense
call an advantage
resemble my blood
reassemble trails of tears
how one feels involved
in imaginary theaters of
war

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