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Pretty Weapons
The spears have been thrown, the length measured.
Pretty points for pretty weapons
Slicing through the mango sunlight.
A hungry eclipse reaping the benefit
As the blood flows around the harvest moon.
We are bleeding only for us.
Slowly.
Methodically.
Committing socially accurate mischief.
Poking.
Prodding.
Giving ourselves politically correct wounds.
Hopefully bleeding for us.
A game that never was. Played on
Artificial fields hidden beneath the distance.
Filled with unfulfillment never spoken.
