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when the meek go collateral
they start packing the trains
they huddle beneath airplanes
blankets and manmade strains
they get pilfered and sapped
sucked dry as soft hillsides
veins emptied of dreams
for a spit-shined ambition
and lawncare centers churchy
after the first-born spring
afternoon blossoms into being
at interest and a neighborly look . . .
when the meek go collateral
their copulation is strategic—
the gene for meekness is not
going down without a fight
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