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I rise for the man
that turns my guts
to ether until we are
a hive mind of doe eyes.
He renames me Revolution:
a boss,
a bitch,
an animal learning
the art of resisting man.
We be mobocracy;
drones of words on tawny bones.
Once a deer, he taught me
to hate the hunt.
Fuck the hunter, fuck the kill.
I do not think for myself.
Two soft blinks
a grizzly kiss —
and now I wield the gun.
