We know revolution is a thorn studded fruit tree fenced in barbed wire painted to look like roses.

The room becomes a red flag, / a bloody mist silhouette / of all my ghosts.

you know we’re nothing more / than flesh under the eaves

came up for breath only once / came up to speak only once / came up herself only once,

"White people burn churches when..."

For those who were there, it was the last sound of music they ever heard.