the
crusades of carry-on luggage at an airport
every
soul travels
burns
metal
offers
salvation
through
generations
of
spinning fitted lies onto
the
skin and clothes
of
an industrial revolution
and
its bastards
with
their holy smokestack fathers
and
carbon silicate cycle mothers
we
pour ash and DNA into
ghosts
and call this a humanity
that
drinks in the rain
as
we might have drank
love
once or twice
in
our life
before
x-rays
and
scatter rays
replaced
sunshine
and
the hope
a
quiet smile has
we
decided
a
long time ago
to
never wrap the bodies
in
foil but we were foiled
by
that plan
as
it kept mind control
to
a minimum
so
we set out
devising
new plans
on
the run
intent
on drive through service
and
the convenience
of
blood-letting what
and
who we are related to
we
tried staying dry
wearing
clothes
made
out of toilet paper
we
danced singing life
isn't
all rocket science
but
someone shouts, it is
don't
we know
everyone
shot and killed
returns
back
to
the womb
for
a bigger, faster
more
combustible
dream
sequence
of
calendars
clocks
and twine
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