You can pick up the severed limbs
while I leave the candles lit
between the shrubs of your glamor-is mothers
plantation
so that late at night you can see the
flicker from your window
and come to me
rap tap
tap tap
rap tap
tapping
maybe trimming my beard
or borrowing my etchings of a
large swamp monster bayoneting
Confederate war criminals
i will enjoy going barefoot on the catkins
believing with all my heart
that honest Abe was a real Marxist
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