don’t tell me or who gets to make great leaps forward? don’t tell me women can’t be heroes how do you think I got here? I’m the termite in the ranks and I tell you the everyday won’t be cast off what won’t the starving dare? they know the body is all that there is that national enmity hurts the heart no greater sin than solipsism socialism won’t be in one country till peasant women disavow, destroy – not just four – but all the old assumptions that keep them buried alive rise termites! make silence your vengeance then no one will even be looking when the roof of the temple falls KK next>

this is the speech of my hands poetry by Christopher (Kit) Kelen and Steven Schroeder | images by Kit Kelen