the tools of oppression
no longer come
on metal tracks
and dragon roars
the tools of oppression
grow larger and smaller
faster and stronger
swarms of birds that were never birds
things that walk
something waiting on the floor of the sea
things that whir and never were
on they come on ballet legs with hard sharp toes
they walk up walls and walk through walls
they sink under the lake and hold their breath
they swarm and hum and bite and disappear
they perch on the gutter and look down
they climb a tree and point a gun
they burrow down and wait a hundred years
they think about they way you look around
they think about the places you have been
they think about the people you have met
they think about themselves...
they carry out their deeds
they carry off their dead
they carry home fingertips and head
the tools of oppression,
magic stenographers,
transcribe a joke
you can never untell
the tools of oppression
look at your grocery list
wonder who's coming
tonight after dark
the tools of oppression
better than anyone
would know you a mile away
by how you walk
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