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First we remove the foliage from around the camp.
Separate outside from inside and only agents and
turncoats travel twixt. Then the incessant blasting of Nancy
Sinatra and rabbit squeals and Tibetan monk chants and the
speakers are all turned inward.
First we build a tall project wedged between a river and a bypass highway.
First we lay cable into each home and inflict us with a nation's balm.
Like single servings we stare at the glow and wonder where everyone else is.
Stuffed into compartments of agnates; race is the great one foisted but
class comes first of all. Again and again we're dipped into hot wax like
wicks in a factory and the wax says, "enter into mankind as a prisoner only."

© 1995 Daniel X. O'Neil

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