a knife to his throat,
drowned are the last utterances.
a fire:
immaculate and antiseptic
for every home, every file...
napalm for every tree,
cyanide for every hungry, lying mouth.
the distance wasn't far enough,
he still returned, smarter,
though broken and wrong.
he burned in effigy,
and when the ashes rose
burned again...
and when the ashes rose
burned again...
and when the ashes rose
burned again...
and when the ashes rose
burned again...
and when the ashes rose
burned again...
and when the ashes rose
burned again.
NB @ 9:29 AM
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