Broadcasting from the Center of a Balaclava-Clad Heart
This is for the talkers,
the gawkers, the baulkers.
The ones who can only commit chaff,
kick dirt and disturb nothing.
Know: no peace- no word it it-
Until, Ya Basta !
becomes household.
Until it takes hold
and picks its own pile,
Will the hand reopen.
We will be the wagers, the stagers
The actors (the players),
we will let you keep the halo’s
but the wait for miracles
is officially over.
End Communication.
