being soft and weak where they wish us not
predicting flaws that make virtue
pale opalescence
having frequented busy usurpations in progress
having been given indignities
while asking for help
i consider why our softness is less than theirs,
why their weakness is greater when they are us?
fraught, indelibly
writ in egg on chicken
as vets return to reruns from all wars
feather their lost nests
in limbs gathered, hunted
coveted magic ball answers,
dumb assholes.
their answer
not only objects
it strikes forward.
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