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I closed my eyes and
found myself here by some mistake.
Accidents do not exist,
do they?
We would call a cell on Mars life
but here it exists only at the allowance of the
ONE society that reigns.
A freedom of feminine action or a wicked
governmental ploy of population control
and gender subversion
with its big gold star of the media after
Roe Vs. Wade?
A double edged sword nonetheless.
The women were silent
every last dream
erased in office noise pollution.
Political slurs
thrown at their feet.
Poverty crumbling bodies of sound.
Men are crying quiet tears onto
breaking tennis shoes and
dirt from the street.
Trapped in a way in the walls of that place among the electrically repressed
souls that wander the hallways.
The Virgin outside aimlessly rambles
back and forth on the guarded sidewalk
under black umbrella rain.
She is praying without a voice
flapping lips, enraptured eyes boring
forward into flesh.
Her judgmental invasions
have caved Babel.
Her languages scattered in
angry pulsations.
