The warm waxon wood of tables
Lined in Heroes' hallways, notched
by us:
Hatchet traders,
Toothless Raiders
Deserter hellhounds chasing sunsets
Roping and reigning 
Cheating and feigning 
Silverfang'd denizens of dives and drag shows
FREAKS
Wrangled beneath
The white hot board of kinship
growing like mould in spaces 
secret and sacred, sold sages
sharing scar and syringe, rattling cag...

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