to the Literary Bureaucracy (poem)


TO LITERARY BUREAUCRACY
you interrupt god
and you allow the chatter of winter mermaids 
their unearned triumph
triumph should be earned, 
I want to earn my death, one that is perfectly mine, 

so little is completely mine, maybe only my poems until

bureaucracy puts them in its mouth for a wine tasting

and says ”we absolutely cannot use this,

we need vinegar

for our American salad”

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