POVERTY COMES TO THE KENNEDYS
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on the white snow.
And each repeated step becomes a repetition
that senses hard dry ice thru the sales,
that feels soft wet slush thru the sales.
The garbage is a cold damp smell
that smokes up the moon.
The Italians sit at the windows holding their chins
and watch
the horses slowly plod out of the Fiume stable.
4.
The night slides over the roofs
and REVOLUTION is held in pink sheets
headlined under glaring newsstand bulbs.
"AUSTRIAN WORKERS FIGHT"
This is the red, wild sharp flower
rising thru the white snow.
This is the red, cognac fire
muttering thru weakened blood.
This is for the Kennedys
this is for the Italians
this is for the deadlike peoples.
This is your Kingdom Come
Your will be done.
FANYA
Foss
