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Grave of the Governor.

of your enemies
in aquariums

laid out
in your private
viewing room

life in amber)

where, alone,
you can rock,

on your comfy
chair, gaze
locked, drink
in hand:

really, this is
your pinnacle;

your highest point
in this enduring,
rancid, uncompromising
of a story. So live

it up, loser. Breathe
in the dirt I am busily
shoveling over

you, motherfucker,
a dead seed
planted six feet down,

lord of the lapis
with an epitaph
by the departed:

of Nothing
but Dirt.


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