Monday, 29 of August of 2016

Jenny McBride – Aisles Where the Dead Sleep


 
You call them roads
I call them
Aisles where the dead sleep,
You call it independent freedom
I call it a casualty.
Oil and concrete
Pack quite a punch
Will quench the food chain.

Fur matted into blood bone absence
The green roadsides are emptying,
Aisles where the dead sleep
Take us from driveway to driveway.

Jenny McBride
January-February 2003 Earth First!


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