they never had to explain it until someone turned it off from the office
it was a place where vips could come down easy, live to tell about it
they say the closest thing to the sensation of impending death
and then a nauseating buttressing, result of machinery
where you contemplate the luck of your ancestry, or would if you were
the Chama, the work of society, science, mystery, the Crack.
from "Before My Own Drop"
Graves, inhabitants *
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