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Who will speak for me?

As the motorbike roars

round the track

my voice tumbles out

like a rider suddenly

losing traction

his bike flips

he wheels through the air

(a swastika a boomerang)

bits of his body

hit the ground

bullet shocks.

That's what it feels like

when I speak. 

 

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