I have been paying attention to every shovelful,
every failure of logic here:
The General Electric Seal is
unbroken, ladies.
There is no surprise in
my personal uranium. Water
brought most of us here,
« I have clustered near it myself, cupping bits of it to my mouth
»
I have, in the form of a mosquito,
ripped into the sinewy flesh of beasts in the past.
It tasted good, it made me strong,
it made me breathe beef into the nostrils of real and
perceived enemies.
This is called Traffic,
and it is not harmless.
© 1992 Daniel X. O'Neil
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