Nothing came home, bare kneed and pious,
Under the straw woven mat her jealous locked door of
Naked wood, rings of space, grains between ion mist.
Colonized Americans can dial button prompt hierarchy,
Allied & tapped, digitized and marked: Payday to God.
Never so broke, Ativan rides in, Terror is still and misspelled.




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