FOR FREEDOM
bleed for freedom, fight, live on.
For freedom, my eyes and my hands, like a tree
carnal generous and imprisoned, I
surgeons.
of freedom I feel more hearts
that sand in my chest, my veins are foams,
and go into the hospitals, and entered the cotton
as lilies.
(For me freedom
loose in battle those who have rolled her statue in the mud.
And I break loose shots of my feet, my arms,
my house, all.)
Because where some empty matted,
she will put two stones into the future, and will
new arms and legs to grow new
in meat harvested.
sprout winged autumn sap without
relics of my body I lose every wound.
Because I am like the tree cut down, that sucker:
because even I have a life.
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