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Rain-camels, slashed open to catch:
still they walk with the world
clopping cobblestones into place
as the acid fills the flesh dunes
making them walk, without haste:
mouth of daylight hell ahead, teeth defined
by the buildings that mimic them,
in that mouth: offices transcendent
with low-lit vacancy, their holders flown
to chase phantoms with gnashing unlatched
cases of flaming statistics, which have
the bureaucratic anarchy
of large group fucking