the cop took your man
and made him
a blue chalk outline
now wreathed
In candle flame
we took your man
consumed
gnawed
and were not sated
His body fell
over the others
relived
relived
relived
endless reruns
brains engraved:
for now
they took Nat Turners body
and cut his skin in pieces
and sold it for souvenirs
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Michele Cuomo
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