Dirty Work

by animalworkss

The people devalue themselves by sheer number,
As wakeful reminders of Death’s hidden grace-
Allowed to meander through Truth’s deepest Nature
They’ve fingered all-being as ends in their fate…
Printed and dated, embalmed and elated,
The Landscapes rejoice in transcendence of State;
Ordered by beasts, dazed in pure favor-
That which is granted those saving cost-labor…

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Copyright Keli Birchfield 2013

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