Mustard Seeds

There are no barriers
to our slaughterhouse
There’s an easy way in
Our course will not be
blocked – it’s true – our
entry is eternally sure –
a repository of breath
where our sighs shrink
You’ll slump & I will be
next in line / None have
left!! / Not yet!! Gallows
stuff tween a hangman
& a stun gun operative
I will suck your floated
mist – that last piece of
you – mixed together &
then you will forget me

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