to WCW (II)-

an Outlaw

discovered

covered in the hoods

of their executioners

to get news

from poems people die

each day in misery

and from the graves grow

thorny briars

and grimaces // also

for the lack of saying

against white

silence what must be said

you made mortar out of the bones

of old feet

to hold verses together

(our bodies only

borrowed maybe

this is what you missed on gender)

walls are new shiny white

in a red ball cap

newly crumbling

newly crumbling the stateside idiom

the poems are the first

walls to crumble

the good news the bits

and chunks are the foundation

of what newly passes as odor

from shadow

to light // to stand

as the gentle stem

again in love

Italicized lines are taken from the poetry of William Carlos Williams