we have been seen
flying graciously through the air a foot here
the left hard titty of some brother’s
chest there slowing arching away across far eastern smoke strewn skies chunks of charred well done black meat winging high like black crows crossing the sun
we have been seen
flaming in the night juices of our manhood frying,
popping like sausage in our dangling veins strung out from trees
for flies to play on and race circling around
the remnants of our burnt heads
we have been seen
crippled crazy bowlegged and
lame hopping and pushing our bodies across this jagge
