February 2012
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The Singer Called You Babylon
But you are Rome Same-thinking individual minds Who do not protest, but bend To the whims of the throne Like wet grass Who cheer the lion Toss him the starving bodies Of foreigners, slaves, and believers And stroke the pungent crust Of his knotted mane Ignoring the worms Crawling from limbs and torsos He was too bloated to eat To the tender, skinless place Where you shackle his neck To...
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He was not conscious of it at the time, but this was not the life he wanted to live. In fact, it was barely a life at all. It was more a collection of repeating cycles and habits, kept in motion by various chemical and hormonal dependencies. For the third time, he read the unpronounceable words on the box his food came in. He liked the idea that no person had ever touched his food, or even...