Oplan Triolet
We punish the act and bodies will pay.
Bodies remember what minds forget.
What were you doing? Weigh what you say.
We punish the act. Somebody must pay.
Bodies of vagrants, children, strays.
Bullets feel neither remorse nor regret.
Refurbish your facts. Bureaus will pay.
Bodies remember. Minds will forget.
On most days, nothing
On most days, nothing.
Nothing words can do.
Today, terror. Tomorrow,
new storms to sorrow into.
The night siren lowed. We stood
on our roofs, fed our words to the flood.
Mud recedes.
Seeds bloom into weeds.
Need-nourished greed breaks open
the pavement. Uncemented green
shoots past fear. Flower
us open, rain, take our death hour.