by Raymond Nat Turner, Poet in Residence at Black Agenda Report Water is life…and Saliva’s even in short supply… for drum-tight mouths, sandpaper throats. Yodeling bellies cave in on spines, as evil scents of sewage and death float in, Remaking an island into a spreadsheet. Cell towers, power lines tumbled like legos—electricity’s a distant memory—[…]
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