MOB SCENE IN MALATANGA
(independence day, alone)
Candy wrappers and tee shirts and sneakers,
flying around as in an African country of
thirty years back : the hordes on the streets
are yelling. Some without arms, or other
limbs. Slaughter on tenth Avenue has
nothing on this.
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The dress stores are being looted; glass
breaks in shards, as I watch it pierce one
kid's foul head. What passes for police
are criminals too; everything not moving
stands idly by.
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