the rainbow I want to see
forms in a puddle of gasoline
pooling below a row of Molotov cocktails
a riot not a parade
they’re not coming for us
they’re already here
that warmth you feel
is the breath of the enemy
uniformed like a dark patch of night
light glinting off a truncheon
grab a brick, break a bottle
sharpen your knives and axes
this is the hour when we fight
/ / /
6 September 2025
Charlottesville
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