"Swallowing the sun, chasing the moon in back-alley rituals, lying in freedom's name."
"Now that boy, grown into man, still carries the message on his forearm."
"They made me dance the voodoo mambo, zombie limbo, head like a chicken pecking at feed."
"...and better to feel the flames slow cook me..."
"The energy and hunger . . . insane."
"Jewels in our eyes, faded by fear."