pinprick domestic dagger-sewn stitch opens:

deep wound gash bleeds again
 
bloodsoaked stardust
drips dull shimmer
and I still illuminate
 
skies are falling–
rapidfire missile detonation
rains star spangled fire on foreign lands
 
no queens or kings may rule here (yet)
jesters and prisoners revel
in laughter and burning bush truth
that everyone claims to see in the dark
 
 
I listen for the trumpets’ call
as quaking earth rattles beneath 
my trembling feet
 
jump!
 
I yearn to sratch & scale rather than wait
for walls to collapse from exhaustion
for standing as a fortress for too long
 
rescue is not coming
self-sutures will make do
with crimson-crusted punctures
that bear the weight of arrogant men’s mistakes
 
I wade in a harbor of tears
to remind passersby that revolution
will find me again