this air

mouths open
and close
on words that
rocket the air, a
ricochet of freedom, of justice
again, the
march of retro floral minded
feet float themselves in lofty message
again, and history
again, will be written
again on the face
of a boy, torn
from the womb
of a woman
again, his duty mobbed by
flags and poster board
attention, torn
again

I cannot
pull
this air
into
my lungs
again

psgates