I SHAN'T BITE
The hand that feeds? And what's
that mean? The sorcerer over the
solstice keeps collecting his frozen
pennies. They read the Gods like
nickleplate, these shamans with a
doctor-cloth.They bind heads, when
they should have bound feet. It's
all bad Chinese lore, and it's too
much, in this heat, for me.
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