filled with motley grapes.
I brought the albums
shimmering in crates.
Satanism means controlling fire.
Seed and egg survive upon this pyre.
They bomb us and they tear our forms apart:
we gave ourselves already to this art.
Our children know the way that fire feels.
They know the wound collapses time
before that fire heals.
This weal on Earth, we called that civilization.
But in its death we found another nation.
It is a spirit binding us to life.
The strife we feel we don't fear
like a knife. The harmony we've earned
is hard and real. Beneath the mask
so borderless and peeled.
The talkers talked but we
made love all night. We're fucking
to renew our second sight.
Our babies grow and learn
to part the mist. Their eyes
are angels forming into fists.
* The title is derived from a talk given by anarchist activist Lorenzo Kom'Boa Ervin entitled 'Those Things that Result in Victories'. The basic idea is that while utopia is not possible, better life practice is: that revolution and unity in freedom can revive the human spirit towards greatness, if not perfection. The audacity to link my work with his was inspired by the great Greg Devlin, my mentor and dear friend, who died in 2014 but lives on in his poetry and in all those he inspired.
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