Why the argument over barbarians?
Upon his spleen.
Their primitive religion marks the forest floor
with almond-wide nucleoli.
Tired and your cells
hold telephone calls with the resistance,
but why resist, when
Barbarians cannot deliver me?
Please, lift his snowy legs,
dazzle the primitive, weak-walled.
My diamond veins
slice through dreams.
Why now unrest?
The barbarians invaded Egypt.
El Duce marches through your bones.
I wear many skins, many
have arrived from the northern borders
What shall become of us?
I open the ocean.
Nathaniel Vincent Mohatt | Mudlark No. 42 (2011)
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