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for Huwaida Arraf, blocking a soldier from shooting demonstrators
she inserts the inked ribbon of herself
between the black roller of history
and the alphabetic metal legs
of that inverted insect-rifles
thrash the air the targets / scatter / she can´t
help it / something in her / grows each time she turns
to face the rifle / grows as she covers
its permanent erection / the typist
lifts his wrists / and legs hover to stamp /
where the rifles moves, she moves / a mirror
following the lead of inevitable
lead / she´s the rifles / unfired / shield of flesh
her arms overhead / before the muzzle
as if she could cradle a bullet
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Shrapnel Maps