| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - mons on the overpassesIn labcoats and dark goggles, checkingDosimeters for permissible radiation levels.At dawning the sun explodes--An orange flash shakes my windows.Swallows, after the first stir and seetheOf insects, ignite in air.There is a terrible stench from the freeway--Each car has an aura of blue flame.Or this, from Elegy for George Jackson, a section of the poem sequence The Soledad
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