how we staked out the plains
of the eastern frontiers
and the kingdoms of the future
before the days of our slavery
ours was an abandoned milk-wagon
the horse-drawn kind
parked out back with a door
that slid back and forth
and real glass windows
remember how childhood progresses
on the basis of what’s left behind
everyone we knew had been molested
though no one knew it at the time
it all came out years later
it was the first war we had to fight
only to have our bodies betray us
and feel the snuffing of our light
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