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my country
thing
taken from
before I even
was or could be
with
mountains, shallows
river
bends
flimsy as
a flag
is country
in the
bigot whim
so fled
fear fuels
it
a mind
locked on
the rest
all swim
imagining country
courteous
hunting for
it too
it’s every
citizen for a self
will you
assimilate?
will they
accept?
my country
the rug
out from under
remember
that table cloth trick?
not a
single drop spilt
or with my
great uncle
riverboat,
Danube
it was the
three cup trick
he’d been
watching American movies
my country
words to
drift off in the air
I know it
was a bad idea
no choice
but
come back
for my hat and the lion
it wasn’t
even the last vacant lot
I mean
there were actually people here
but we forgot
such a long
puppet we had
such a
bear!
let’s
dance
where are
the violins now?
they’ve
all got a job that’s what
look at
the whole wide world and know
there are
all sorts of ways it could have gone
no choice
but
to always
be meaning and never give up
call me
Gilgamesh, won’t you
today my
house is dust
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