Jupiter Babies

Era after an era
Not an era bygone
By going near earshot
Then throwing grown men
Onto passing trains
Trusting the paste
That binds
Era to era

Checking selves before wreckage
Spectacle tentacles
Wallet winch
Not at all a real chink
In mail or shield
Swords drawn
In pencil
Pencils drawn
In anger
Pens should have been assigned
To any battle
Tested for leaks
And sheathed or tethered

Beating the odds out
Cheek to cheek
Pressed against the earth
Like a coin-face
Likeness to mother dirt
Palm to palm
Bale to carriage
Hail to cabs and chiefs
Then a heads up
Again the antagonizing
Replacing artifacts
One at a time
Until
Antigone
Blaspheme
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6.5.13
Evening Dispatch

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