In their crosshairs
as a born-again nation
vast and illiterate
they talk all day
rubbing their huge
cold mandibles
under their desks
or cloaks collaborating
is this the best we can do
you call this an arms race
he went to
twelve iron chairs he re-painted
in the colors of several mornings
and sold for a small fortune here
the form as delayed movement
as decay the power behind
free movement slowly you actually
think it through
thinking as loving
refusing to be glamored
or unduly unenamoured.
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