You were a stratagem in the fervor of rats
Humming the psalms that sparked the napalm nation
If every generation has a cross covered alibi lying across its losses
A bronzed virgin cockroach mother
Then what for the tributaries and consanguinities that bind us
My bloodied Mother howls back at her tormentors
Peak Oil came did you see it?
The stratosphere skin that once kept the starlight safe
Now bleeds sunlight while glaciers crowd the water
There was a place for love in this life just where now does it get shepherded
Between the Sunday crossword puzzle and the homophobic advice columnist
There is too little room left for light in the bright white heat
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