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Apparatus
what goes into it
comes out meaner,
more disheveled, less
human somehow.
the entire system moves,
grinds, but allows
no movement, so
each creature succombs
sooner than they
could believe.
no one rises up, no
one speaks,
no one seems disturbed.
these monsters raise
the dust, raise the
hellfire, equip others
and, resolutely,
travel through
small towns, gaining entry,
then pushing young
men to battle, their
hair cut, their loins
strengthened,
their bodies
shipped back
unnoticed.
and the president,
he smiles.
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(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.