take this moment for example
open the gate the flood of doves frightening
us like frozen little children
as if there were no mothers in the world
and I would ask, if I were there
how to stop this death by holding
it's bleeding head under the tap?
watching you again for any signs of life
or distracting aromas
binding your hands behind you with
trans-atlantic cables
[another sun comes up]
[another goose is cooked]
[another letter lingers]
[reaching back]
[further]
remember at that moment
don't get distracted
remember losing this moment
as if you lose your keys or your last breath
unlike any other
we could spread it out like jam across a thousand loaves of bread
but there is no way
you could make
this army of little children that we are
stop this apoptotic death
from penetrating
the glassine skin of our own history
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