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Glass Houses (Reprise)
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Rage Poetry The less guilty assemble
crusted hands clutching heavy stones
casting scrupulous aspersions
in righteous
susurrus
Who among them
perfect
sinless
summoned now
to send the first
(the sacramental)
stone
The mostly blameless
shuffle mumble shift
until one
chin high
steps forth
hefty stone in hand
You
so self-sanctified
your time has arrived
All your martyred sacrifice
patient pain
silent stony suffering
finally requited
Your sick sanctimony
claimed in flesh
in stone on bone thwack
in meaty splatter
in wretched scream
Oh, I know you
(and I know you know)
You really think
you fucking earned this
Don't you?
