Bearing witness, chronic illness after madness
A voice asking, “What shall you be called..”
Standing vigil, prison fatigues
Blood coursing through a single vein
Inebriants, stimulants, chemically based psychotics
You have become a loose-based orpheum, the voice said
You shall be called polemic, and shall serve on the steps of
The poor and shall disrupt nations with your views
A puff of white smoke followed black
And I began as I ended, a lamb to slaughter
My fur becoming death, my flesh offered as life
Heralding from the windowsill the holy day of Pharmacopoeias
- Chris Mansel
Tuesday, April 05, 2005
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