Endavant

The same streets which I once took
with Kodachrome and pesetas
are now stolen by cruise line tourists
in digital edits of Catalan fist-fights,
of baton-crash-policing:
Here Spaniard cracks Spaniard
outside padlocked primary schools,
as Generation X rights are suspended,
here blood is the paper’s crossed mark.


[Poem 864]

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