Silvia La Rote
Last night, I drank Pound and read Russian
beer. We like to domesticate rocks and turn
them into cement as we turn them into bricks. Bricks can be used
to build or destroy, our hands have choices. A hand must choose.
I got drunk and dreamt of Pound again. His yodel
must have been a brick. Did you hear
the one about the banker who found out his wife was dying?
Of course not, bankers do not have mothers. They tell
the rest of the world: we’re going to live fine.
We will not forget this since we cannot ignore
our misery much longer. Bricks
and more drums
carry us through
the molotov sky.
We have no need
to remember anything
other than our reality. The luster
of rain recedes quicker under
a crown-less earth. It is over the old
black street it is over the edge
of sleep and awake. We will not forget this.
Silvia La Rote is an anarcha poet, mixed media artist, & organizer in Los Angeles, CA. Her work has appeared in the Feminist Wire, La Galeria, Moonchild Magazine, NYMBM, Five2One Magazine, Juxtapoz Magazine among others. Her first book of poetry was published by ANC press. You can find her second book of poetry at lulu.com/spotlight/silvialarote and her artworks at instagram.com/slaroteart Much of her ranting can be found on twitter.com/slarote too.