conversation,
the naked puppetry of
Raw Meat
while almond eyes
of some imagined czar
gaze in appraisal
a wall
a truck
the czar
is dead
long live
the czar
sizing up the
steaks
carving
shapes out of
the viscera
animal
husbandry
made flesh,
made death,
made pray tell
what for, if not
to breed
for cannibal
oligarchs on
ramparts and white
marble steps
inclining
slightly down so
the red waste spills
with the lure
of gravity
til th reins return
us home
to chains
matted hair and
Brains
rot from the steam
fellow passengers
poached
in that
prison sauna
grey gums
grey teeth
give up in
relief
skitter to corners
trailing primary
colored smears
on a floor of ash
bone soot,
meal for bread
or gruel
time as cruel
as the scythe
kills over and over
in baby steps
none less divisible
than the
last
but growing
invisible
before my caste
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