Eight Testo

Our bodies talk and we listen
of inopportune and forced decisions
they'd disinfect and in darkness scrub clean
but it's all over the air and under sheets
you say the very fiber of my emotion is suspect
and I say the very basis of your fundamentalism is neglect
of anyone who disagrees or follows a path distinctively
while you indulge the limbs of dismembered poets
with no cultural or temporal context
and where the ruts in your mind wreathed in glowing light
are accepted
and where our progeny live on
to see the long unset sun of injustice
dignity is not yours for the taking