Decoy Gang War Victim Poem by Carmen Giménez Smith

Just a tick ago, the actor was a Roman candle
shot to the sky, smudged by rain's helter-
skelter. His motivation was: he's a stooge
on L.A.'s sodden turnpike, so we have "to make" art. Got
to rezone and react. The world the bare wall to
his bullet. Got to rile up the populace, to fortify
the arsenal. Once in a while, repopulate and penetrate,
paint a list of incitement onto the walls.
An elder told him that to overturn the city, one must
surrender body/belongings to the one explosive
spectacle of truth, making it ongoing. Pay attention.
To overturn the city, not just the scraps but fervor itself.
Not just the wan broadcast of indignation but
IRL incursions into the workhouses and
poorhouses to inflame the thousand points of  light.
A lean surge, departure pinks both ends of  him.
He's the nth layer folded into the stand's nerve.