Gypsum

The heart is not a shiv

Which can be thrust upon

In times of unease,

Loneliness is the defining feature

Of all hierarchies.

So long as there is a steeple

There is a ruin of trust beneath

And a foundation of gore

Whose precise transmission

Can not be wholly sanctified.

We idle expensively

Gypsum dreams crumbling

In the courier’s purse.

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