flea market mink

i follow the stream to the land of humane killing.
let us not be hunters, today. let us wear 
the costume jewlery teeth & laugh. gun in mouth.
crayfish in mouth, i pray to the worn-again. to repetition.
this is not my fault. i did not find you. 
must & meat. dreaming of the face bones of your mammals. 
carnivorous god. two left heels. polka-dot punch bowl.
nothing good is created without a price. your bones
were carry to a slit in the throat of the afternoon.
let us just pretend we are dressing up for an armageddon.
i was not invited but i will arrive 
with you over my shoulders.

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