SELMA

The blood

The slashing of flesh and bone

The snarls

The crashing of men to stone

The waste

The splashing of hope             Atone!

I awoke in dread

For men had bled!

And a voice from a box

In a dream had said

Dog spelled backwards is God!

And I remembered then

There were dogs and men

And a curious play called Zone

And a place marked BLACK

And a space washed WHITE

And music: a shuddering moan.

And I trembled awake

For the souls who make

The teeth-blue bruise of hate

And for those who wait

Behind iron-white gate

And call the waiting Fate.

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