All Of These, And More

Poem By Brad Evans

as the nights of passion are
cooled by memory

as the street bears the weight
of a beggar with a broken mind

as the ghosts of failed armies
wander and wander

I will remember
these,

all of
these


as the beetle struggles
with its overturned shell

as the night whips the petals
into buds

as the flame
chews into your candle

I will remember
these,

all
of these


as pound is pulled free
of his kennel

as castro tears me with
a speech of perfect rage

as the tills ring
in crescendo

I will remember
these,

all of
these,


as a crab gives way
to a plastic bag

as rimbaud is freed
of his cancerous leg

as the bombs are now
being lifted


all of
these,

I will
remember

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