noon. we scraped the village clean
or as our philosophy suggested
it was an army, a screeching whirl
something as vague as / please, we
know by now what a sky is, like
an obvious cycle of yellowed light
listen. everybody here is / in the
in the traditional sense, sort of
lie down and take it, as easy as
& talk like that. your hands have
not taste of gasoline. a circle of
toxic birds. the sun, heavy with
not a chain of shredding crows
our circles / spires & phosphor
defeat without end. & safety in
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