spring turns red
in
strange urban crusade
camps of god bulldozed
like
Iran's smirnoff sea
and
gulf storm 1 Caterpillas on black oily sands
west PR words are weak rain
essentially
say
'sideless unwar'
low chopper thuds on the square
and
bullets anyones windows
they are globe citizens
and
they
pick
at
scabs with wounded fingers
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