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it was your billboard's prominence in our fading skyline and her opulent smile and desirous body wavering over floating fish in the industrial slipstream flushed behind our tin homes as you toasted to golden spirits, feasting on a banquet of our ancient misfortunes -- the established ineptitude of our ancestors left us open to suggestion so we watched moths gather around the diamonds in her eyes, waiting as docile as the desert night for those chimeras to stride across the border and call us out of late hours: all of that prompted our intrusion. we lusted for her, vagrants perverted by visions of mansions in a ring of fire over the Hudson and yes, desperate onlookers, we sought to suckle her breast, taste liberty's sour milk and run our rugged hands under her French dress. see the dreamless eyes of our distended children from behind your flashing lights, red, white and blue and know: We will come, though you may bludgeon us rapists, send us scurrying into the night over barbed wire and borders, we will come again for her. |
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