There is a line through the heart of
this Radiothe waiting of each particle we own barring down on us
be they Martian or winged demon
heat splits the tongue in two
opening up the delta to a bay
and for all who cross
find hope sparingly there after
washing in cold water flats,
dishes on the red skiff
not just sick, strip minded
shell of an estuary
welcome the slaughter as offering
a summons to enact principles against taxation
represented in public spectacle
recited over the last few days of
each year they carry him through the streets
seeking benevolence
clothed in dollar bills.
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