DAY ONE

day one and there are riots
day one and there’s spray paint and face
paint and tar and feathers making reasonable threats, it’s
day one and my loved ones chose this, backs
turned on humanity, decency sliced throat-to-balls
and stapled to the wall above the hearth,
fire broiling warmly, tan calentito,
like flames on a blistering cross in a field at midnight,
it’s day one and they don’t feel fear

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