Inherent guilt and inherent bias.
Injecting Novocain to the nation.
The perpetual spinning of white blades
Pushing forward currents of air panning
Back and forth over the lying bodies.
To dry you to a rigid leather of
Submission. To hollow out and wear you
Like a butcher’s smock, a pair of boots, and
Elbow length gloves. To puppet you through the
Motions of control. To cull dissenters
Like so much chaff among the wheat. Like so
Much grist for the mill. Like so much meat for
Sausage. Spiced, cured, and smoked to be served on
A toasted roll with sauerkraut and Swiss.
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