Shifting the beads of your abacus
I'm set astray by the vibrations
of your steady heartbeat.

To insure the troglodyte remains
at the set tempo, bodies of infant animals
are graciously crammed into their

gluttony.

Apprehension felt at each contraction-
periodically raped, and diseased.

The end of a civilization,
the violent spread of commercialism-

Jesus.

Free to roam within the fence!

No, not imprisonment… protection
from the harmful traffic outside.

Spirituality sold in highway truck stops,
shows significant proof of existence

and captivity.

A deaf ear to the history books and their profanities.

We're to impressionable to hear the screams of the lose of heritage
and the rise of civil obedience.

AHHH! The frustrations of captivity. To crawl from our puddles
would stimulate what they never knew could happen-

unexposed circulation of each other's trust: commitment.

Overhead iron birds make the reservations cast shadows on the plains,
they'll later use as target practice.

Numb and disoriented we wave black flags-
to show the remains of our distinction.

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