and the mints

the miners of money

and the girls

whose breasts are covered

and the attributes of god

wide planet of people

and the issued passports

i am going to hurry

and the voyager

always between reality or utopia

and the blacks in africa

planting poetry instead of potatoes

and the mother committing suicide

nationalism forbids union

and the quiet falling rain

like dying workers in gas

and the complacency

the body is a cliff of beauty

and the bite out of beauty

as we hum these songs of

revolution…