The clefture of ordinary queens and kings and thematization tryouts

there were so many waves denoting the day of our indecision
we were marked so as to not deserve the map to survive the trailing service
no, a scene must be made at the turn of the model globe, like a diven alcatras

small and grateful pileup therwith, tossing loddy wheatness sandtunes whether snakes
names that did not ever attempt to thwart the coming empire, no, no desolation maps
no heraldry presupposed like laundry on the tire iron tune, so domesticated,

so tranquil in your heatwaves, like sad ducks so blanketed by uncles’s bloodless noses,
tranquility hardens their hearts like clothes loosen, primal, young, single-minded, lost,
they rather dismiss the weather for the sweat of each other’s china plates in summer

don’t tell me a glimpse makes you forget that the oppressed stay oppressed
their desires will be the death of us all, demarcated, souvenirs on bleak horizons
do not tell us that you care or that you watched, you were never really here