you die i’ll eat (unbridged)

in spite of our insignificance the fiery trial to the next generation stormy present enthrall our no democracy


devotion not perish

earth.

president street station at sunrise
(the baltimore symphony orchestra performed a lincoln portrait a month after oligarchs managing northern asia assumed executive control of the united states in 2017)

surveillasphere

some where in earth space time
vector to raster to target
drone the sounding
collected electromagnetic watching each other
unbroken layers correlating cellophane
under tarmac floor to ceiling doorstep and doorstep corner with corner rooftop allover on up into orbiture
layers and layers around and through
our slowly expiring starlight

police administration building at sunrise
(in 2016 police, without the knowledge or consent of anyone else including city government added, at eight thousand five hundred feet, a layer of time-tracked pixelated spy photographs and data, linked to street-level surveillance cameras and data, over the entire city—deploying technology developed in the war against iraq)

where is the bridge

pictures and stories are windows in walls i don’t see past
a black mirror
warm blood on skin yellow white black
someone washing away toward a vast ocean
i navigate by echo

red black yellow white at sunrise
(the reginald f lewis museum of maryland african american history and culture opened on president and pratt streets in 2005)

best that ever

my violent law
my oppressing order
knees locked heels digging
lookup bluesky reeling
silhouettes surround swirling circling
smoke and flames
your hope despair your rage
my war

president street at sunrise
(criminal and governor spiro agnew mistook a hole in the ground after several days of unrest after martin luther king jr. was murdered in 1968, condescending to community leaders in his president street office)