Hanged ones
Roots stretch out to air
beggars
Electric doubles
assuming linked
throbbing the web
of community patrolled
by autos
Autonomic shivers
as the human tree resists
core’s pull
The laughing eye that coughs
up petroleum
Plastic for plates
plastic for cups
plastic for a garment
Shrouds like linoleum
that admit
oxygen & prayers
but never
enough
for another
The monitors
shun antennae,
shroud people pace
themselves in cold
parkways; I'm of the mind
that we cannot
have, or want,
this cemented conversation.
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