not across the borders
not in the streets
but in the devil that
you greet every morning
in your head
in your head
There are large footprints
from the dead
from the dead
you can’t silence
the anguish
and the terror
you’ve been deceived
look in the mirror
and you cry
and you cry
a river
until you’re
candy apple red
and you crack –
you’ve been smacked
in your head
in your head
there’s a lump
as big as a breast
the autopsy said –