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Consider the Living


by Sara Fitzpatrick Comito


The jets sounded pilotless this morning
as we buried one of the breeding stock.

We'd like to rise up like privateers against
the scurrilous machinations of the airport
ferrying its privilege. But we're not at war 
with the world. We have papers. 

This city lot contains all our authority,
we've seen it through from seed to deed. 
The chickens scratch over the mound for 
fresh worms. The bank won't come today,

we got a continuance. 

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