Another reason for the military
To bomb the civilian order
Eyes
The sought for
Head
Shares the tomb with my concentration.
What few economic meat-hooks.
So many went wrong to the tender eye
The brilliant engines
Planting their own careers
Into the surgical opening
Phamrcon breaths out from
The chips in my head
Or fuel celled urging
Me to bloody a wall with frustrated
Steak. My page telling on me,
My rage a sharp rock beckoning.
Blah blah, god. Merciful incoherence
Blah blah infinite
The heads rolled out
Perched on marching boots.
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