detrimental alphabets

people looked at computer screens through field glasses
whenever the earth wasn’t hollow
snakes rested on the roofs paying no attention to horseshit
flagstones didn’t even feel the air under the hooves
a misanthropic goddess tiptoed clutching a toy bomb
and a paper flower in her sixty seventh hand
brandishing a third-eye-opener in the twenty fourth
poetry was just a collection of dried tattooed tongues
before and after the invention of whisper
the elders took bath in boiling gold
in the morning they were able to smell ageless ants
and the sand of their erratic paths
everyone knew
tomorrow the birds would be immortalized on the walls
the silence would be sung and the dead branded saints
their real biographies imbedded into sham constellations


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