David Wojnarowicz & Ben Neill - Itsofomo (excerpt) [1989 - 1991] plus poem by me

ITSOFOMO 1991 MEAT BLOOD MEMORY WAR WE RISE TO GREET THE STATE TO CONFRONT THE STATE SMELL THE FLOWERS WHILE YOU CAN - DAVID WOJNAROWICZ ('HOPE IS A CHAIN OF SUBMISSION') they declared war on us over and over and over and over and over we are their children, their siblings their co-workers, their neighbors their spouses, their lovers when it is convenient they show us their mercy to allow us to live as a form of self-congratulation when it is convenient we are among the first to be erased among the first to be sacrificed we are abomination we are obscenity to be defended against to be contained to be exterminated to be unwritten from the book of life we are evidence your body isn't yours we are evidence your body is yours we are evidence our bodies aren't ours we are evidence our bodies are yours our bodies misrecorded, misnamed, unnamed we are a war in ourselves a civil war, a tinderbox immoderate, excessive you don't like how we make you feel you don't like that you like it you don't like that you don't like it you like that you don't like it you want it out of you you want it in you you want to never think of it again you want to think of nothing else ever again you want to take our names away you want to take our bodies away you want to take our futures away you want to take our pasts away as if we were never here as if we will never be here again you cannot tolerate that we are you that nothing separates us your desire disgusts you your desire a violence an excuse for violence your disgust a violence an excuse for violence your religion a violence an excuse for violence never a single genocide but a welter of genocides overlapping, spreading atop one another viscously, a tar, a mat, a floor a precondition you think if you kill enough of us if we kill enough of ourselves that you will forget us that we will forget ourselves that we will leave no artifact that we will disappear into the earth our bodies our wrong bodies plowed under or displayed as example you think you have a right to us you think our bodies are yours to legislate to unmake to ruin to allow to be ruined to not save it bothers you that we are so familiar yet not i know it bothers you i can read it in your eyes when you look at me a flash, a glance away my presence is a violence to you how is it that i can be there too who allowed this to happen evidence of a conspiracy evidence of an unnatural evidence of an unholy