1.
the crazy rabies floods
in its season
banquet of turbid flerds
the crazy rabies floods
though we escaped through fields
& for awhile no scathe incision
the crazy rabies floods
in its season
2.
dying on the eve of a cease-fire
makes it alright
these bombs aren't real
they're already nothing
i watch a parade
of shiny new crutches
at the end of the parade
they give them all back
"Ye hate the truth as snails salt--it dissolves ye..." --Festus
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