And one must imagine people dancing,
as Nero played his fiddle.

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And if they can not be found
here, among the flames,
let us look to the banks of Nile
to full bellies in the British Isles

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the fields birthing not-wheat. squirrel
wild rabbit and wolf mothers
reclaiming the city

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Ravani Grace is an anarchist poet living and loving in the city of Chicago. Through her practice she seeks to remember freedom. That the world has done nothing but change and what is can not be what will come. You can find her, in the flesh, reading in punk house basements and wine bars. You can track down her digital simulacra on Substack, Youtube, and Instagram @lettersfrompigeons
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Picture Credits: Zaid Bilal