Harmony of Removed Spaces – The Propaganda of Palantir

fountain gymnastics on the sacrificial lamb
for guns and ammo and spring traps
like mattresses made from Turkish wool
reified like grapes and cheese and bread
fruit of domestication with the doldrums
of death’s march formed ahead

there is no spring board or calculation
that seizes its journey like lost journals
but only partial witnesses for obligation
for a cause worth dying for, trying for
like an immaculate mother’s bosom
trications from the milk of three
doused in the harmony of removed spaces
with telephone lines that wither towards

snow tracks of parsimony of Palantir
preaching the humanities are dead
in attempt to protect their assets
to cover their crimes, to blind,
war criminals always claim the truth
as an inferior scientific benefit
to humanity, of justice, of rights,
the mountain goat lifts aprons
to escape mass murder charges
the delicate windpipe sailing
like a drift among the tall sea
and the wailing bond frightening