banners raised and visage blocked
people gathering for a purpose to be
contributions to institutions
'we vote for those who count'
- counting policies, counting friends,
counting slumberweeds to bend
ticks and crosses observed and read
people staring at walls with tallies
losing (and winning) count
and once the mic was shut
laughter dropped like tear gas in september
forgetting former foes like rain puddles.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem