my chemikiller pt 5

                                  all th cracks in bc
                                  led here tonight

nowhere. thunderbird,
this is th weather of our
anger. w/o skin &
it’s rolld out in ceremony 

somewhere, back in th womb
now they have turnd on th sirens
for us 

children unleashd
in saint anger
in mother’s red dress
in father’s old politics. listen,
justice is done
at th door of colours – come down
w/th stadium killer 

eyes as wide
as white holes. this howl we love
when we are alone
& in pillows hear footsteps
howl silently

     one at a time 

                   thousands of voices        ( screaming

stop