2 poems from DIVINE MIMESIS :: PASOLINI POEMS (work in progress)
Stacy Szymaszek

TO THE RED FLAG

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you were waved in a fight
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for the eight-hour work day
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when that seemed humane
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strung behind Medieval ships
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to signal – will fight to death
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your red has been the blood of calves
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red flag ,
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they’re packing our wounds with money
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old wounds will bleed pennies
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no – they are wounding us and stowing money
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replicating wound banks
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my shoulders a hedge of evergreens
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between their party and my pantry
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in a pinch you are the aftermath of a dry nose
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and the poorest can wave you

FRAGMENT: TO DEATH

/ TO PASOLINI

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I was born to an eventful summer
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a man with money got away with manslaughter
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of a woman and not many years later
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money murdered you and got away
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in one of its many sports cars
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I’ve tried to understand you circling me
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sometimes an aura other times an astral
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speck sometimes my peers leave
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with you and family doesn’t want to talk
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the person is gone with their story
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and we coagulate in the wake of their light
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independently and I come no closer
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I return to your poetry an isolated
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bad-mouthed woman
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free of most norms
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including denial of you
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you are not close to me now but within
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I make you deal with the crone crown
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in an angry statexxxxxA LIVID POETRY
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crown my liver
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every real act of the world is a great poem
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am I healthy?xxxxxxxx — xxxxxxxmy body does as it wishes
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believe in its sovereignty soundtrack
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teenagers in black who laugh
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at adults who collude with rich murderers