Crater Press
the Massacre at Sand Creek
I don't park there anymore
because I need to sleep
watch rations/ give us thy meat
in economic terms
whores aren't semantic/ and words
are war and words are war
meant sweetly/ The Chapel
Of Chimes greets me at the door
I scalp hurriedly and feign furious
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