We are like the people
waiting at the gates
for an hallucination
that never arrives
barbarians R us
how can anyone
alive on the earth
be considered illegal
or alien in any way
they mock the mothers
of us all who postulate
such villainy and soil themselves
no one owns the atmosphere
the waterfall the earth
yet anyone can blow it all up
so now how does that work
out for you O horizons of hell
which by another oil-spill
out of control we find you
suddenly broadened
as the fortune cookie said.
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