…I stoned the lord of death to death

we lye, now, side by side

 

as

 

effigies of who we tried to be

among countless

revolutions

among countless

massacres

 

evaporating into mixtures

of all who passed

that day, united

 

beyond soils of new shoots

I, a deserter

I, a warrior

I, a beggar

I, a zealot

 

with the lamb

gathering stones…