youth marched through the streets
until the hills were full of light
until lungs were full of breath
the riot was magnificent and rage consumed
when they poked their guns and knives
to the rib of the city:
the plantations of capital and greed
the long yards of poverty and foreclosure
the selected prose of the national sacrifice
such difficult geographies
where hearts turned to flint
ready to strike
it was the first time i saw
so many smiles
fires and fists
reaching for the infinite