Locked-out

God reclaimed the land
all across our great thing, gambling tables dissolved craven evangelists dice
Evolution kicking up new dance steps, now a barefoot and worried man,
took on blisters, nervous blood and longing
tackled gravity, like a bat in the trees, I hang up from other firing neurons
a new man bespoke, debunked alpha with progeny wild, and I tell you, they’re eating ants, drinking larva bathers kerosene water
I got an Apache feeling, tip-toed on old rocks, telescoped distance, made fear measure, took time lots from a double-sided pamphlet on hands up to the Sun
my black barrel of a spear evaporates mammal love, what’s now worth more than three hours to skin and butcher
take the bone out again Lord

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