Escalation — A Poem for Minneapolis, Observing with Sadness from Afar
Escalation It twists against itself— the spring-loaded serpent pushing the bullet from the cartridge into the chamber. Wound in metal— a charged agenda unites just enough to divide, consolidates power by tightening on targets, for all can be molded into success when you shape the narrative. But there is also a natural spiral of escalating resistance— when you extinguish a poet some protesters might carry the alleged 9mm, when you terminate a nurse the fuse has almost burnt out, and ice will meet the people’s fire, having doused the streets with the accelerant of death.