NOMENKLATURA
Are we to fight this fight forever : the cobbler who
leaved his Boston hammer behind, the man who twists
leather into chimes and aprons? She, who bakes at the
oven for others to eat? What goads us on - humanity's only
love is the heart of the fire. The Salem Trials we still rehearse
is the Generation of Vipers we have become : racing fire down
the highway, filling trucks and cars with death. I answer nothing
I am ever asked. I avoid speaking directly to those who would talk
to me. My love is the warrior protecting me - some Lancelot or
one or another itinerant jouster fired with righteous rage.
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