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CHIMERAS
Chimeras of our current age, dreams of a dead longing.
Write these beasts upon your heart—
man of hands and seven stars
honeycombed woman of the desert and her wasps
dog of eyes who sees and howls and weeps
before they devour its salted meat.
Crowns for one, crowns for all.
Soft barking and mewling of pups—
litter of the young of three bodies
writhing against one another in communion
calling down fire from heaven
songs that will be sung into the ground.
Baskets after all is said and done, not crowns after all
containers that failed / fail / will fail.
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