Youngblood Brass Band To Come Together
slice our tongues
and let the rhymes drip down
to stain the swords soft
crush my feet
in this mindless stampede
to stay stupid on the ground
tear out a floating heart
and squeeze the juice over party-purchased plastic
flowers
cause everyone needs to grow green
and dry their eyes of shame
and we are the twice-striking lightning
beating the drum
that brings
the rain
