Improv Post Four Week Seven

This is an improv off of Lucille Clifton's "move." What I liked most was the refrain in between stanzas and the way that she created her own form, so I wanted to practice that.

They had begun to trek
across an ocean, tired
of continuing to load and unload
shells on turbaned men and hairy children, protecting
ours

forever

we hesitated 
then screamed nonwords running
up and down rubbled streets toward
what was supposed to be in the middle, destroyed
ours

forever

the brown and green covers stealthly
men who look like trees, trees that
are no where to be found-oasis in this desert
of two angry lands, high on gunpowder and recoil,
ours

forever

if we could ever see the whirling blades
of a helicopter dispatched to gun cities of dust,
or rebuild a tower most have seen only on TV
that day, we claim priority-we claim control over these
landmarks, these figments of what is
ours

forever

If we destroy a mind of ourselves,
in order to comfort our future,
we hinder resolution
for our children in the years to come.
we hinder happiness, and
welcome paranoia forever,
ours