Sunday, March 29, 2015


Purity, victimhood, and noise.
Watch these three horsemen
Canter precisely through culture.

We must purify ourselves
To know that we are
Ourselves the pure selves.

We must beat our breasts
And cast a cold eye on others
Not us, for we have been victimized.

We must roar. We must defy.
We must hurl our hopeless bodies
In final desperation on your knives.

And so on. The purest purists,
The most vicious victims,
The loudest yells may win something

For the beauty of their kinship,
For the sorrows of their teammates,
For survivors at the barricades of life.

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