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May 2015
Tear it to shreds,
dip it in paste,
and with a hundred hands
you can mold yesterday's
riot coverage into the
face of something else.

A dragon big and burningβ€”
all fires meet in one belly,
a generation, a heat poised
for more than just another bend
down the same old bone-paved road.

What do we want?!
When do we want it?!
S Fletcher
Written by
S Fletcher  Minneapolis, MN
(Minneapolis, MN)   
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