My House Has Smooth Tiles Poem by Zyw Zywa

My house has smooth tiles
walls, white-washed by the avengers
from the clotted necessity
to eliminate

those who look down on others
who work behind smoke screens
who can't be reasoned with
or are otherwise different

From the casings of the bullets
with which they are stunned
a machine spins spools
full of copper wire

for the electric skeleton
of the world, which conduct everything
and levels facts, science and beauty
until many anger explodes

Maybe it is vain madness
in your eyes, in a heated head
it is inevitably
the poetry of resistance