To Carthage Then We Came

G-20 summit protest, Toronto, Ontario


To deny sight is to lay an ear to rail,
its couplings – white noise ringing
in flange that steadies the line,
the echo that frames the city’s arrival.
We choose no kin but adopted
strangers, a coda of arms
that tear at the back of a woman’s
neck, the lineaments that linger

as she’s divided, sense by sense.
Past eight Union’s platform rises
to meet the rush of bodies paused
in daylight’s corneal scratch—they pass
in an arc of sweat, sibilant disarray—
not the ground, but our legs moving away.

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