I want to sample life outside the confines of space and time
A DJ abusing a hook like the cheap poet does the rhyme
Artfully re-sequencing the order of major events
Content to ignore or amplify meanings and portents
A deft hand making them play forward or back
Only using the skip pad for the staccato emotional attack
Mix the contra alto’s century-long cry for purpose
With the misery of the next thousand souls to surface
Underlie it all with the hopes from a million marching feet
And the sound of a lover’s heart as the beat