stand up and fight, the moons white slice through yellow bread.
a howl is heard screaming up from the broken distance.
something is reborn,
something that had been afraid, stepped on and squished.
waterfall roaring up and into this full ear of rainbow
and the blood pumps like a drum of war, and the blood spills out red into my hands
kill the monsters its shouts at me
kill the rot with this flame of blazing word,
a flame of blazing birds,
a place without unheard
kill the rot and harbour the deal
until time turns over and dies
"American Gothic"
welded steel in concrete
painted black
sculpture, 2021
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