FRED SCHMALZ


                                     



THE PROVOCATEUR




through the necropolis
a man swings
wildly                           into the air
around him

making of his arm a cradle
for rage                                   each mourning
stone that works
into his boot

assures him                           he will
find venue for his
thrown fists                                       find
footing on the marble

sarcophagus lids
stripped from these                           hollow
plots                           forded over the creek
to fortify the derelict stadium's

cantilevered cement and steel
frosted glass panels                           long-broken
white flowers                           sprouting
goalmouth to goalmouth






TYPO 33