The Regime's Horrible Plans
Take the world, for example.
If I press your palm into the map
you’ll see a whole new continent--
imagined maybe, but true.
This much I know: the police attack
wasn’t a random event. Went they out
from the barracks, charged.
The sound of their radios in the plaza
was like the first fist thrust
out of a cage, at all of us.
I continue to covet faith. The last martyr
to me is like a dream attained at dawn—
and at last you’ll be free we’ll be free
except for the crack of static in the air.
Robert Creeley Handouts UNM 1962
3 months ago