Go River

the larks of that book
with nails driven through it
so we are all little children?
forever?
quick, foxes?
rape, kill?

there are arrows drawn on the darkness everywhere
it is thoughtful of them
to draw this graffiti
who doesn’t understand fruit
in their soul
it is fiber
it is grain

the body vets its prison
but these are nested
regresses
prison within prison within prison
the way the numbers are trapped

on our journey alongside them

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The Book

Here words are laid out in a shadow market.
There is no one left to hold their hands,
so they pretend they are okay
being abandoned.
They tell themselves
it must be a school.
They look at each other’s
faces, new pupils.
The teacher is gone
now, anything can
happen. Also,
a chalkboard
is covered
in ghosts
the eraser
missed.