A Mi hermano poeta

Inspiration and triumphant hope

The colonial horde French tongue

Negro of Jerusalem

Charlemagne, Pope Leo, East-West schism

Saladin to Byzantine land, blood, and money

Meaning of education in Queens sad-eyed windows at Astoria park

Coltrane Love Supreme to say you do not see me, trauma, but I go cosmic

Genocide in a box as a tomato rots full of seeds on a dock

Oil derrick pumping mechanic pressurized Paleozoic

Lessons in a microscope peering at sand

A billion tiny seashells, elemental

A man picks up a rifle, disassembles, resembles, stows for later

Migrates across Hardees drive-through America

Confederate flag sold next to a Bob Marley t-shirt at a NASCAR event

Poets spit jazz-tongue fishing lines to set cork at the center of the ocean

Of all of it, as the nothingness churns an infinitude of emptiness

Industrial farming drains the aquifers under Aleppo

As great cities of the world hibernate in the tongues of poets

Concrete toilets shit blood in the Madonna of Greek Orthodox Russian bombs and

Alawite al-Assad bullets, the American automaton asks would you like fries with that?

A man flesh-dynamo crumpled in love’s slaughterhouse

Starts carpentry with undocumented Guatemalan men

Sweat on a labored scrotum, cross-beam, soaked pubic hair perspiration

A man urinates releases coolness, no matter the color of skin balances to the same temperature

I am a man who will speak to truth

Is my extermination central to your identity?

Art anarchists, Dos Poetas, kafia solidarity

Share food, share music, look a man in the eye

Elemental turmeric metabolic resurrection of the body

The way a cop rigid walks from his patrol car to your window

And the thought, “I am glad I shaved my beard today.”

Crosses the cosmos as the gasoline idles

Language in the power of myths     

Agent Orange golfs in Mar-a-Largo

Taxpayers pay three million for a weekend

Thirty billion for a wall

And I am so glad there are no walls between us brother

You see the pornographic fire blazing on the hands of man

The word from the well, palms on rope, raising the bucket

For the crowd to see the clear-clear water

Drink a single sip in a garden of basil and tomato

Pungent birthed from the sacred

Holy of dirt and mad bone of the womb

Smelling the love of mother, being in the blood

Speaking from the wet naked mouth