upon the murdered commons
thumbtacks in every iris
lassoes around each tackboard body
limbs cut into flowing grass.
Desiccated remnants
that once sang of pure ideals
and now swallow knives.
Bulging thought balloons
from chiseled shit
that communicates error.
Forked tongues frozen
to descending poles
the love that ends in total violence
for stacks of screaming scrolls.
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