to bodies lacking in official poison,
to tags without position
piercing synthetic flesh,
the flashing eyes ransacked
by forked reptilian tongues
retired into glass
and cases sealed.
What is rooted under bridges
and submerged in sagging parks
emerges in a thousand skulls.
My quill and inkpot's helicopter blades
cut cracking cells
loose from the unwinding sun.
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