Autumnal equinox and nothing is equal:
cops against citizens, citizens against
cops, the church against moral
transgressions, the political parties
A country divided cannot stand. The fall
rot can be smelled driving down the road.
Some witch is needed to cast a spell,
some red-hooded Cassandra to read the
The pot is bubbling, cooking, boiling
over, seasoned with sworded Spanish
knuckles, drops of the trail of tears,
songs of Christian slaves; this
soup, no one can eat.
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