As the river runs to the ocean, it brings
Tina Fontaine's bagged body
to the shore, and the renegade cops
who used starlights as tour guides said,
"We don't really do that kind of
thing anymore." Development of some
kind of complex is never really just
about land – the thing about an
empire's greeting is, there's always a
back to the front of the hand.
Who's gonna waste
their time rebuilding
downed power lines?
In between the Missouri state lines, down
in August's sweltering heat, before backlighting
tear gas with klieg lights, they just let
Michael Brown's blood congeal
in the street. Black bodies
prone on the pavement. Black blood
splattered over the news. Comes a time
when wringing your hands is just
flexing your fingers to play
somebody's stolen blues.
Who's gonna waste
their time rebuilding
downed power lines?
Down in Tel Aviv, they have a
running joke where the
setup is rockets, but the
punchline's just smoke. Down
in Tel Aviv, it's just a
fucking joke.
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