from stage
he could see
thousands
crowd
surf in a gated
Grant Park
district. land
stolen by those
who mosh pit.
his whole camp
face the Great
Lake: eyes on the prize
on water some
in the crew
have never seen.
heat rises from the ground
like fire in the brush
in the streets.
thousands of hands
bodies bounce around
mouth every word
pink mouths
around every word
pink mouths
around every n-word
more sh**
he don't
like