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- a garden in the corner of a gym
- 2020-01-16
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- the presiding queen rules over her patch of concrete
- resentful of the hole in her chest, woefully incomplete
- and her knees and shoulders have betrayed her too many times
- so she sits on her patch and looks down on us from up high
- a coercive building made of ancestors' malice
- she watches the children as she sips from chalice
- contorting their bodies in impossible ways
- but no empathy resides in her stony gaze
- all bow down at the command of a robotic voice
- programming the class to believe they have no choice
- to bend, extend, repeat, give false confession
- rear ends in the air, youthful limbs ready for inspection
- rain's cold air banished, air stuffy and hot
- a door to freedom bolted shut and locked
- maybe, if we lift these weights on the count of ten
- we will lift ourselves straight up to heaven
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- CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander
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