by Darren Francis
no longer for sale
city my communion
god lies in the rubble
of a burned out building
filling in the gaps in me
it’s later than you think it is
i only have words for
the desperate and the dying
insect democracy
paying off the agents
united states of zero
malignant and expanding
caged lions adorn the whitehouse lawn
tickets for a million dollars
caesar will only hear
what is pleasing to caesar
black car by the kerb-side
i attend the funeral of america
the meek put down by the willing
the poor watch with death-row hard-ons
speak not of revolution
speak not of sedition sown
but anything can be a weapon
if you know what to do with it
Darren Francis writes and makes music. He is the author of the novels The Way We Leave, She Waits By The Water, Cutting, Alice Dee, and Belong, the non-fiction Laylah: The Life of Leila Waddell, and seven spoken word-with-music albums. His website is darrenfrancis.co.uk.
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