The Republic Can (23 Aug 08)

The house hid him
The explosions came closer
He was safe
on the blast radius
each point the same
to the Cannibals
frozen digits of pain
going green
his affection
raped a small accordion

A sigh and straw
wind and restrictions
the golden grass
consumed by unhuman envelopes
plastic gas
slyly exponential unravelling
the tape reversed
hung out the window
did not reach the earth
& swung in precession

Did seasons change?
Evidence of wrongs
bronze bayonets
in the ditches
where the songs strained
the accordion pitch
of plans going green
moss in the ashes
travel at night
fear of open air