You embrace, so reject what you can.
Default to a mask—for the gas
That swarms the whole world from your ass.
Here is a man who rejected the kitchen
Vegans established, to climb up a mountain.
Starving, awaiting epiphany's pain.
There is the wife he abandoned
Tucking the babes of employers,
While her offspring's with her mother.
And someday the boy will desire
A fantasy—fleeing his home
In search of the face in the mountain:
A skeleton set in position
Observing the sky for a sign.
"Police say protesters have delayed a shipment of nuclear waste to a storage site in northern Germany but that the train is rolling again."
—The Associated Press, Sunday, November 7, 2010; 3:10 AM
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