• Vol. 07
  • Chapter 09
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This Moment

you lay scapulars on temples that pulse
breathe a safe space
like the heartbeat of a mother’s womb
protection from layers

layers, that ooze from podiums
drip by pernicious drip
into homes-schools-offices-factories…

chase you down streets
with emblems of law and order
entomb you in dioxins
and burn you in Promethean flames.

You breathe strength and resistance
to matter in this unrhythmic place
a place that forever hammers
on top of your sarcophagus.