Teenagers' arrows split through the sparrow's
bones, small and narrow, watch her light leak out
deep in her dead eyes, where your own fate lies.
Forget the franchise of bail bonds and bulbs.
Lighting the hallways, keeping the kids safe,
motorized walkways and gentlemen's clubs.
Watch as it washes over the lashes:
fluids through flashes of what have we done.
Series of lyrics spill from the faucets:
milk from the prophets of gluttonous stops.
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