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Columbus Simulacrum

Midnight past
my lover quiet sleeps,
and I dare not wake her –

for dark these hours be
when ghosts and demons wake
the children being free:

the one hitters
and junkies in her womb.

Oh her belly groans
when they fill her lungs with vomit
and smoke pours out her mouth.
What’s written on her bones:

boycott corporate america
might as well.

Her undergarments
are soiled filthy rags
eaten away by rats –
her breasts and stomach sag.

Midnight past
my lover quiet sleeps,
and I dare not wake her anymore.

© Valley, January 2005
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