To the streets.

When they found you
we took to the streets
Bodies raining down on concrete
like so much shrapnel
so much gentle rain
And we popped the cheap champagne so
it could burn our eyes and
help us shed our tears,
pour ourselves into avenues where
our cabin fever broke,
where the fireworks and police sirens
(believe me when I say)
were blaring just for you.

We were both nineteen.
I kissed a stranger as he
sung his National Anthem,
as you, on your shoal
bled yourself
and your enemies dry.

Young citizen, prodigal son—
For you, there is no more need,
no where else,
no more time
to run.