tossing at night
we remember our history
do not suffer
a witch to live
kill the children
because nits make lice
destroy the village
in order to save it
hang him high
his fall will be
an important milestone
for his country
so many casual deaths
that you’d think one more
would bore us
but in the moment when
the body drops
the rope’s snap
echoes old mantras
and we sit up
to listen
for they’re playing our song
Dark Matter 
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