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Guano-Bowed

I’m listening to something beautiful

called Metamodern Country I got from a guy


who accidentally martyred a mass murderer

by remixing his manifesto. When you’re trying


to make something beautiful from terror,

you must be careful not to pick the ink


that false-notes an attempt at elegy

or deal with a legion of pings


glutting the comment section’s echo-sounder.

The cave begs you to yell the right things into it


and the dentist’s chair of the mind doesn’t oblige,

so you go mum at the entrance, twelve hundred twenty eight bucks


of gifted spelunking gear unclanking at your feet

while the bad intentions of guano-bowed air await your holler


and the heart, construed to a purr, buckles.


Posted 07/24/14
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