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Ruin Value
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We built a town
We built a mausoleum
Sad little kids
Hung in the art museum
Here from the first, behold our works and thirst; A curse sleeps in the quiet desert wind
It dries our tongues, the locust hums a song sung to the dirt that swallows us again
Burn together. Float apart.
Only rocks and bones remain
Dead forever. We are gods.
The young will know us by our names
We built a park
We built a cemetery
Twelve million birds
Dead in the aviary
Let’s close the gate, lock up the place, lie face down in the mass grave
We can talk or sleep until the burning, bodies tossed and turning in a square wave
Burn together. Float apart.
Only rocks and bones remain
Dead forever. We are gods.
The young will know us by our names
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Bring them
From the farms
They will follow, let the fields lie fallow
Sling them
To the stars
Hungry hollow killers crave the callow
I can’t sing
You say
You see
For Monuments
Higher powers
Acrid perfume funeral flowers
Under the water
Over the mountain
Laid on the altar
Bound by the Black Hand
Take them
From the teachers
Fulcrums, levers, they will leave their lovers
Break them
On the beaches
Senses severed, murder’s made another
I can’t sing
You say
You see
For cenotaphs
Plastic flowers
Acrid acid pallid power
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