self-severed symbiosis. one small boy
parades about as a nobleman saddled
with stones, leading virgins
through hay fields to stomp
useless their voice boxes.
war, the great silencer of whiteness.
in the alleys desirable women fall to pieces
like an overbaked tilapia. slices of silt slick bone
emerging from the spilt white fat of a thigh.
if there is truth, indeed there is not love;
for if there is a truth, it lies in death.
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