rake rake rake
dead leaves and shake 
burnt villages at the bottoms of purses 
aborted worlds at their ends 
like Sodom, surgical extracted 
monotheism redacted
because I'm just a man without dirt under his fingernails .
palms smooth and white and pure and seamless
future ironed out with the perfect creases and crisp collars 
jailhouse of the modern man
small cells in the crowds of loose...

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