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may be the best reading of a poem I've ever done. Which is to say, I had a helluva lot of fun doing it.
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Like yours, we angels
fly by wing.
Publicly we
can’t align
with the malign,
but our
benignity will sting.
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Our society apparently
can’t fathom to forgo
the status quo
of an habitual morality
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but will begin to savor sin
when certain souls
achieve their goals
without intent to cut us in.
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We’ll have nothing left to do
with such unwelcome company.
Their tedious ennui
will not improve our point-of-view.
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Now the prey of mindless cogs in
wheels ensuring,
while procuring
them like smelly squealing hogs in
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bins, they will be hauled, the crowd
of them, to dump in earnest
in a furnace:
to burn alive while crying loud
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for a redemption or salvation.
Their hopes can’t but abort.
Their time is short.
They came here, keen for a vacation.
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We obliged. They were vacated
in one terrible collective yelp.
We weren’t merely glad to help.
We were elated.
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