Don’t hurry to safety.
Each hour your flowered room grows smaller.
Everywhere at the periphery of vision
windows shatter into triangles
of mosaic light.
There in the lonely fragments
a youtube dictator
blood flattens and darkens.
The scent of rebellion
smoke fire and ash
all pungent in the still images
sacrificed to history.
Somewhere the flapping door of an overturned wagon
in a deserted street—
echoes absent hands.
Originally published in New Letters: A Magazine of Writing & Art, Vol. 82, No. 1. Copyright © 2015 by Kimberly Blaeser. Used with the permission of the author.
Date Published: 2018-04-05
Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/unlawful-assembly