riddle me this fatman

I must not grieve my silences
while choosing not to breathe lies into them

yet because you feel you are owed a poem
my education, which has only been borrowed,
must make the arguments promised of a bullet
more compelling than Neruda could even know

linked through bitterness, to
deluge the starving with the busy
decorum of disastrous diligence
you may, if ...

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