Bodies wander
Forth and hunger for
Some distant queue
That moves whenever we do.
But move on,
For once I read a troop
Of monkeys starved to death
In its bowl now dust,
And God fearing farmers,
Much like us,
Once raped the land
In Oklahoma.
So move on,
For spirits can rise
Before bones blanch
There or anywhere else,
Which is why
Lord Buddha went
To his charnel grounds
And Christ went to his desert.
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