A thousand stones
in the sky-
diadem, unidentified,
strobing, errant superego
parts the cumulonimbus
like a curtain of hair.
Long ago, we gave
these bodies to them.
Skies throbbed
ecstatic.
Nothing but
barbed wire to helix
this coil now.
The Caduceus
shoots a flame
for purgation.
Serpents squeeze
the barrel, the herm
squirts petroleum
& lucre.
That which cannot be owned
abhorred. Skin
soft &
smooth for encoding,
the name branded, the price
too. The oldest
trick
a lame duck
bookless until the universal
language can only say
check please.
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