What rough beast slouching

Mere noontime, another patch of desert.
Bereft Arizona: a sappy old virgin
babbling Aramaic whips himself red.
He once was gone and once was dead.
A crowd stoops around gawking. Where is
his straight-jacket, where has he
come from but a village in Tijuana?
they ask, drawing rifles, safeties free.

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~ by Jeremy on July 25, 2012.

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