like a Tree Peony in upstate New York--
the Words of a Poet written, erased,
reversed with every Pull by the Peon's
Pen turned backwards sdrawkcab. Hate and Rage Hurt.
Awakened the Ashes of Ancestors
buried deep in Mission Walls built and Kept
Epithets. Oh Conscious Soul!
Damn your Dirt
is of Nothing to Dicks like us with Hard
Balls to convert a Victim to a Trophy
by Unmetered Avarice, Lust, and White
Powdered Delights to Sniff at High Dollar
Legacy of Fat Macho Pride disguised
in a Board of Trustees. Let it Writhe ehtirW.