Sustenance

Take a glass of wine and stand on the table

Look down at strangers, into their eyes

that look up this fable, and you

say something exciting, fold into

the applause. Your ancestors,

they are proud, at the vitriol

Your cheeks are as red

as the blood that coats every one

of their old molecules

and this blood, it runs

darker than your own

Feed into the applause

Let the strength turn

into an infection

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