(written in university)
In Babylon
There is no
death
Because of this
There is no life
Airtight caskets
And concrete
walls
Keep us out
Of the food
chain
Which is also
Called by others
The sacred hoop
And circle of
life
By holding back
Food for the
worms
Life's sacred
hoop
Is torn apart
And we find that
When the circle
Closes again
We are outside
In not dying
We cannot truly
live
We Americans
Have all become
The walking
undead
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