in the br dumb city dawn br i am witness to the brutes br with their foul copy-cat personas br that they bought two-for-one br down at the corner store. br br i am br illumined and drawn br to the sun, as the pigeons, the poppyknots br vibrate the subterranean movement: br a division deep under ocean. br br today br —is a day made of poems made of glass: br tinted, cut, stained, jeweled, sculpted, br fused, flasked, blasted, blown, shattered.br br s.j.