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Simmer until done…
Under the surface of the
simmered –
chains clank – despite who
won what –
chains clank –color bleeds
from each
and every pounding throat –
and still
the acorn nut grows into an
oak tree
year after year – tree after
tree - until
as filigreed leaves dance in
the sunshine
comes a punch to the throat –
a blazing
label of hate no longer
hidden - matter
coalescing into a wave of
contortion
uncapped, unrestrained, unashamed.
Under the surface of the
simmered
The bulging aneurysm of
anguish shall
burst into that star spangled
banner
waved high and proud and claimed
in a consensus of conscience
finally cooked and ready to
serve
liberty
exploded
