NO MYSTERY in street-apocalypse,

sweet rout of Babylon. Where fat oppression

squats, upheaving force accumulates,

enrighteousing in anger. There you are also

matching your tempo to the hot blood’s pulse,

accountable in every measure. STEADY ON.

What language is this? I transliterate

and lose everything: there’s no future

in pentameter. DISPOSITION TOWARDS VIOLENT

PROTEST being noted, take MacPherson’s

officialese to name its own inertia:

stolid without granting purchase, nebulous

yet ill-affording grace - CONSIDERATION

OF SIMILAR INITIATIVES shelved for the duration.