Animals to have their forebrains

The shacks on the central hill
of the city I built
hold inside them, in gestation,
men dead at least a decade
in the least intensive fade.
A palace, mansion, cave,
none could keep them inside
like my home, the shorted snake
that keeps a hundred behind its fangs,
its extended heart that finishes
thinkers by their lended inches.

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~ by Jeremy on January 4, 2011.

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