gavels floating in the open
like cataleptic astronauts freer
in the space between deaf ears
not one of them will fall on
judges throng the killing fields
presided over by wraiths
of blank-faced youths
that put the doll in dollar bills
an orgy or a jury
dislodged, they smolder-and-reflect
upon the un-scene, in which their necks
as if to speak, show rope burns
give birth to someone
who didn't know they wanted it
teach how to fuck
how to fight
and maybe
how to tell the difference
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