One the day I burst through
the guts of a stranger
they snapped my photograph
and put it on wanted posters
hung in strip clubs
where the attractions
throw knives at the ugly picture
and giggle to themselves
Meanwhile
I am chased to the ends of the Earth
by some army
whose soldiers all look like me
So I hide within my skeleton
knees bent to my hardened cheeks
and wait for the red skies
to take me
where I started from
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