Christmas in Babylon

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Mombi's Heads

Las Vegas on our tongues

Sarcasm in our lungs

Winter brings a chasm

With bridges four planks short

Of completing connection

Seminal sphinx, brimming with questions

Are you chasing phantoms?

Are you chasing riddles?

Rid your little nation

of its anthems

and make-believe military engagements

Countries confined to rib cages

Based on empty constitutions

The capitol; a sand castle

Built upon a collapsing cassarole

The constant cold in bold moments

Ozymandias monuments 

Crumbling into the sea

I was not the man you meant me to be

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Wow!

Bravo!  The last line is like a punch in the gut!