the first people of
a not never new world
shimmered, copper glean
in the naked sun
the not but thought
they were new men
stood toe to toe
with the shiny always
look, said the shiny always
i know you are
going to fuck us over
our kind fingers
beaded and stitched
and roped and loved
and we feel the sunset
we are not afraid
we are not sorry
their way will die
and with it the
holy communion of
sun and man
but we put your head
on the money, honey
and the wheat stalks
looked like laurels.
so who is
the winner now?
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