Its hot
the house windows are all
thrown open to the night
but she wasnt breathing
nothing stirred either in and
out of her mouth
she was a huge star strewn and
sparkled black maw filled with insects crying for rain
or sex partners
their
lives the length of a papermatch struck and burnt deserved a single pleasure
before they died
Dying is at first
for
something other than human beings
and with that duly determined
disquieting fights remained to see the rest of the scroll
to
discover in what order human races were to be ticked off
Life as cheap as It is
so cheapened that babes
children women the infirm and old have no standing
or worthwhile share in It
though maybe It isnt a strenuous inquisition regarding race
maybe
It is bent hetero-gendered
akin to insanity through Einsteins eyes “doing the same thing over and over again and
expecting different results”
or he needed glasses
or he needed to be persuaded to peer through a different oculus
It really looked that way
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