how it enters_from a series

Is that how it works

&


goes madness eyes in the sun
makes the man right in his wandered body
over hill and coiled city step


hurt by rage youth strung-out
knowing their minds no fun
this death that’s theirs
daily in the capital hopeless cope
against hope consumer vacuumed in
by cocks and crows images
television the visor of death
its dead beat ways
the dead beat in
hearts no hearing what is said
but
machine
manners no matter
back-pack idiots shove through
back of the bus portable walkmans're the tool
which breaks the working class
no class for the worked class
the class of common dumbest thing and
hatred delirium
of others



toward black white and dead


but something persists in the death of others their lips their eyes
moving across towards the sun a cartoon of
bells drift in the night a task of errors kings and amends
Resends the resent of hurt bodies
capitalist days the rays of commonwealth
balm to salve our cuts
I backpacker
pirate
of vile
pirate
of
penance




It is me
It is I

who packed these things