Ice Blood
Makeshift prairie mausoleum,
venom of the long-hairs taints rain,
skin on the students colliding &
rehearsing sloughs to the astroturf.
Clouds darken the cafeteria.
Electric guitar licks, mimiks
the slaughterhouses, perpetual
exaltation of victimhood. Mid
west cracks summer's egg against
the forehead of the residential areas.
Mulch melts into the back of my throat.
I begin to shovel dirt on the bodies.
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