Where Are We, Anyway, Hong Kong, Portland, Santiago, Cairo, Paris?
I don't suppose it matters who dispatchedThe cops who cracked your skull or which
Street you left blood upon, which continent
Or hemisphere, and I doubt that you draw
Much comfort from the accusations pious
Men at lecterns level at the ones who
Torment you when they, too, find it
Useful to send cops to fracture skulls.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2020-12-02 at 17:12
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