“by this class of men as fair game”

– T. Dwight, Travels in New-England & New-York (1821) vol. I. Preface 18

How to convince you this is a destructive and ultra-right-oblative idea
you’re asking for advice in the rainy walkways between brick buildings
while Virgil simultaneously creates the most pernicious proposal
one day someone will out you as a war criminal doctoring ice-stays
participating in acts of criminal atrophy, someone betrays you, steady
still being in the fall of inherit sin, we too, are drafting glass shark teeth,
that earnest wearing of your skin means nothing absolute or crass this night’s try
just willows of smoking restaurants rowing mud river discharges across the sky