In Red
Matt brings us this poem all the way from Toronto
Photo by Ed Jackson
In Red
Dead Crown,
You are no good now
Roadkill on the streets
How does it feel?
Together we will no longer
Stab the hemorrhaging skies
Or
Pick the blood berries along
That dusty freeway,
Anymore
As the wild cars gallop by
Drunk on their own engines—
As They gallop over us now,
As They gallop to Hell.
Behind its
Red Tongued mirage,
Their dumb smiles to park
Glimmering knives,
Their Precious.
O Horsemen you have taken me too far
The air is full of war—
My hair, caught under the wheel
Crackling in the dust
One hoof for every bone,
Under-toed.
In this human sun
The hot sweaty day
That drags on and on,
The Godless summer.
O Earth, where Hell fights Hell,
O fallen Red Rome
My knights,
My knights have all left me for the Knives
And Dead crown,
If they were not already Dead, Dead, Dead.
I would kill them too.
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