26 – Parlay

Parlay

Mission: bring down the castle
smash its right-sided blocks
in a heap.
Light it on fire.

Bask in the glow
of the built environment
man-made shelter
too-well kept.

Run up a new flag, many colored.
Dream never-seen insignia;
of no known people or country.
We are the new people.

Discover in the twist of hair,
elbows certain crook
what forms
have always been.

Find depths’ edge. Push beyond.
Make new maps; commit them
to memory.
Draw them again.

Burn what must be burned.
Turn every stone. Spare nothing.
Level and leave them
warm in the embers.

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