said all revolutions arise
from splinter groups.
But who owns the wood?
The wood is owned by no one
but it doesn’t know that.
It thinks it is owned by
Joseph Stalin
or the contemporary
equivalents
of whom there are many.
Floors creak with
repression.
In fact, walking represses
the floor
because boots grow
authoritarian.
Forests start themselves
aflame
to escape building such
buildings.
There are more forest fires
today than ever.
Jerome Sala’s latest book is How Much? New and Selected Poems (NYQ Books). Other books include cult classics such as Corporations Are People, Too! (NYQ Books), The Cheapskates (Lunar Chandelier), and Look Slimmer Instantly (Soft Skull). Widely published, his work appears in Pathetic Literature (Grove Atlantic) and two editions of Best American Poetry (Scribners). His blog, on poetry, pop culture and everyday life, is espresso bongo (https://espressobongo.typepad.com/).
the Tuesday poem is curated by rob mclennan
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