In your shadow we cannot see the sun
we weather your giant blind your noble eyes
just to feel what’s left of the sky
Your brothers, your sisters, your dogs,
your canes and prosthetics, your horses
and plinths, your boots, your bravery
before the millions swarming your children
idiot children born of architectural congress
screaming for more tiny breasts to suck dry
We live here we still live here even as your feet
crush our homes our families we live here
to braid nooses from your hair in slavery
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