Downhill White Supremacists March on Sacramento
High in the Sierragreen summer aspenwhisper to theThe snowpack glitters.Over the passesWinnebago thunderout of the wide red flats of Nevada.Huge crooked knuckles,the dark screes loom.Deep in the roadbeds,the bones of the Irish& Chinese workerswhose lives were pittedagainst one anotherto drive down & downthe price of their labor—who shattered their bodiesdynamiting these crossings—blaze in their graves.
