More concrete poetry! This was originally published in Blinkity Blank's Smaller Dada Issue in, what, 1995 or so. (I didn't date the mags, for some reason or another.)
It was an A6-sized issue, with eight pages in all, covers included.
The text goes something like this:
OUR BRITTLE PAIN
LIFE
UNDER OUR FEET
CULTIVATE
OUR SCREAM
THE EARTH OUR DEMISE
THE WHOLE
KILL IS
THE OIL OF OUR WORLD
HEAR?
HEAR?
So, it's something like a political commentary. If I remember right, I cut the words from a leaflet that some religious nut gave to me on a street. Edit: The translation was inaccurate at first. Now it's correct.
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