we were a pack
and we made meat but we had to
be ruthless with those who could
not we would dance in the sacred
manner horizontally with the shades down private individuals living in a private world
I got the blame when it all fell apart and maybe I deserved it paint
me wicked everyone does it’s easier that way there are too many pigments in the other picture I grieved for that cabal of erstwhile friends and lovers when
they fell on me like wolves to tear
the world apart
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