.
The town is still leaking
Remnants of yesterday’s rain
Blood
Surplus values
Useless work-hours
And favourless copies of the same days
The town is bleeding
Helplessly on a hospital bed
After a bomb went off between her mitts
While she was trying to blow herself up
Out of despair
Bleeding, bleeding, bleeding
Remnants of yesterday’s rain, dynamite, and blood
All over the torn pages of a book, at the site of the blast
Nicomachean Ethics, wasn’t that the book’s title?
Which I saw under the cops’ dirty boots
Under which stretches a town
Sleeps on a dream
That it could sleep tranquilly
One day
