• Vol. 05
  • Chapter 03
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Artist’s statement

We are setting off our rebel pyrotechnics,
In an arched, graffitied alleyway where foot
And fist are all that the blue clouds reveal
Even as clearly God is raising the stakes.

Perhaps ours is just a smoke grenade
Triggered temptingly to test His sense of fun,
But then in some holy mind a choice is made
To fix the shoulder harder to the gun
And suddenly the future fogs a darker shade.