THE PROVOCATEUR
through the necropolis
a man swings
wildly into the air
around him
making of his arm a cradle
for rage each mourning
stone that works
into his boot
assures him he will
find venue for his
thrown fists find
footing on the marble
sarcophagus lids
stripped from these hollow
plots forded over the creek
to fortify the derelict stadium's
cantilevered cement and steel
frosted glass panels long-broken
white flowers sprouting
goalmouth to goalmouth
TYPO
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