the community is bleeding
the community mastering its fear
with onions
the community which builds great cities
and destroys them
the community of red steel and green gardens

when the sun rises to its apex
the bullets fall
we collect them in cars buses bicycles aeroplanes
and pile them in the crevasses of our gardens
the rabbits are carrying them away
burying them in forests

as for me
i make necklaces
evening voices rise in
bonnets of blue clouds

what of birds
cocoons violets
what of the flowers