warring in a table of contents:
the cyclical discontent droops above
the ruins. the eagle turns into the vulture.
you stare into a cereal bowl of the past
in two dimensions: a polaroid filmcard
cries dry. hollywood tears, a homecoming
of yesteryear stars, a welcoming that flows
from underneath
the rash.
nearby, the milkcow has just died.
the crippled nun stares at it
from across the way, her mind brandishing
a crown for the holy creature.
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