Roving abandoned doglike because I’m a rebel full-throated, longing to return to Offa’s time
I’m living in caves, burying my relations in elaborate mound graves
I’m planting bombs in foundries to take out Mako reactors, mad activist
Axe to wrist, squirts ketchup liquid and I squint before he’s spent, I pass the fingerprint test
Messy like I’m taking down a cheap tent, bend supporting beams until his back snaps
He’s full of holes like a hundred golf courses, bleeding from multiple sources
Had a belated abortion at forty, a war casualty
From darkness multiple torches blinking a beretta and two desert eagles sinking lead, taking chest portions off like they were performing test soundings in flesh
Banshee busy singing.
Swear they saw shots from the grassy knoll but lawmen don’t support it, deem unimportant
Snip off tasty bits from Zapruder tapes, pen off the whole thing with red tape and let Warren’s hearings take care of the rest
Tame the crowd with a taser and tear gas if we have to
I’m emerging from the crowd with a sawn off shotgun, taking faces off political actors.
Alchemisland 
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