they sneeze, they sprain,
and a tongue turned wrong
side down won't do.
Is this an error
or has reciprocity gone bad?
Hanged hopes on coat
racks in corners
speak volumes and sink
to decks soaked in blue:
eke out a living as ghosts do.
curious,
though,
how these ghosts
still pray.
at a desk wrought
from the butt of a sequioa:
he sits.
sifts through reams of orders,
wondering which to give next.
somebody's sequence
reflects.
-the ambassador
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