Brass boots, where has your gaunt
gown gone?
Whose streets have you walked on?
Who did you meet?
What did they say?
Is the world just a foxhole you watch
from?
Brass boots saw the war were
winning dramatized on leering tv
screens, brittle moons breaking,
giant swans pecking at all the free
flesh.
Cmon, cmon, lets run to the cracked
open sun.
Cmon, cmon, lets run to the
ten-story gun.
Brass boots saw those trench-eyed
preteens spraypainting fangs onto
sanitized dreams rich, rich,
blackbirds falling asleep in broken
bottle hot tubs.
Brass boots saw everybody
laughing, saw everybody sleeping
and deaths grin grown men cleaving million dollar debts from
the bank of their own skin.
Cmon, cmon, lets run to the cracked
open sun.
Cmon, cmon, lets run.
The birds are burning down
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