Rub me raw
Stain my hands
With chloroform and
Colored hearts,

Paint my visage
With the skin of
Fallen natives,

Red men pushed into
The worst bits of land,
Roast my loins,

With blitzkrieg
And al Bashir’s untainted parts-
God bless the Sudan,

Scrape my skin
With the scope
Of Sanger’s scheme,
Genocide in a magazine,
Rub me raw,

Pull me across
Gettysburg’s untrimmed lawn,
Ford’s theater at early dawn-
Assassinate a dream,

Taste me, I am
Unkempt rage,
A generation of discontent
And deadly plagues,
I am little bones of anarchy,

Part the Deadly Sea,
And rub me
Raw.

by Jenn Kelly