Sequestering A Little Less

If you just see my fingertips,

clap your hands, sing your praises,

but without much clamor

For the revealing of skin is much harder,

when violence has met kindness

It is much easier to show

you or, actually me my whole,

when brutality is on its high horse

There the clamor is akin to primitive screams


I asked it to get down and fall into my arms

We jived, fumbled, and questioned this

scandalous encounter, contrary to

humanity’s moral code


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