I am curiously numb
To the fact that you are gone
Devil, patriot
Criminal, rebel
You outlived the clichés
(Just about)
Given the time and place
You were always going to exist
An iron response to a clumsy
Fist wrapped in barbed wire
That bared its dirty steel-trapped yellow teeth
And get-out clause to expose the unfortunate fact
That liberty cannot exist
For a secondary class
And freedom is measured out in fire
And broken glass