1984 Found Poem 

by Aidan Aboud

He could not go,

It was all-important,

Inconceivable folly,

Hands locked together,

Dappled light and shade,

Air seemed to kiss one’s skin,

This bloody thing,

Their bloody rot,

Not reducible to definite shape,

How much softer,

In the shade,

Hinted at,

Corruption,

Rotten,

Cult,

To weaken,

To undermine!

Corrupt to the bones.

Everything,

Mixed up,

Fear,

Hatred,

It was a blow,

A political act.