NP police kill protester in Genoa - eyewitness account

[Tiarnan O Corrain]

Neither dream nor nightmare --
They have been stumbling from battlefields
onto paper now for centuries.

Did he, listening to the rain,
Painting dragons on his hemp-woven web,
know this?

Did he make the dragon's red eye,
from blood, or crushed roses,
or neither?


> Or is it only a nightmare? 
> The FT and the Union mail  piles up on the stair
> I can't keep cool
> why should I care? 
> cause now I wake up 
> in the night and your body is ice
> it's the sound of the breaking of skulls
> and of straw hats under the sun pulling rise
> and then sometimes at night, 
> I wake up and my body is ice
> the noise of machines and alarms blasting the night 
> And I wonder if then I could hear people's  dreams
> I realize now it was really the sound of your screams
> But death always leads into life
> the street fighter swallows the knife
> Am I so crazy to feel that it's here prearranged?
> If we are to change we must change. 
> The people must change.