Excerpt from new postcard poem

An excerpt from “Postcard unto what a terminology means”:

That way when the wall lines up behind me, after the political fall-out, the one with all the revolutionary holes in it. What all the guns are for. The peace-piece making bang-bang is an end to an end. Why we write with wherewithal. Foreseen terminus. End-dead determinate. And why we shouldn’t.

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