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and i'm from, and i was born, in this home.

embellished like a noose - words to recite
over and over to your democratic pleasure.
the metal grating of caskets piled for
blessing your sons for fighting, and the women who gathered
upfront, now strip to
wet tongues. men who garnish their coats with
patriots bones
the factory will sleep only when all have been disposed, wrapped
around your flag and its
prose.