A line of Lunacharskian vultures
hiding the sun with wings of silver
Something deeper than an expectation
or the memory of Stallin's wolves
The dead seem to like how they're treated
when their shadows are caressed
by a hand secure and calm
coiled like a serpent around its eggs
Something wider than an expression
to choke on everything that meets an end
an imperial elephant stabbing his offspring with his tusk
to secure his place between a Caesar and a Rubicon
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