A flame alight exsanguinate, declaimed
decried upstood and held by private ranks
along the banks of manly rivers damed
and dry without desire for bread or war.
Inscrutable those boys and girls who dig
war grubs to bait sharp fish well-fed too fat
to need the food, to be the food, or not—
no easy pickings for lazy casters.
At least the Hummers are coming in hot.
A Suburban that only signals right
is doomed to drive around the block all night.
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