A.
arranged on stilts on hills
beckon now the crash
call of peristalsis
deliver us
exeunt
B.
rictus terrifying and wholly bleak
shines through the gloom
topples our bravery
underneath now --
victory
C.
kept
quiet
keep
stop
quiet
D.
for all the new cognoscenti
gifted in their sneers
hell, gaping, awaits
invisible, cold,
justified
E.
lost to the coming age
marooned on conceptual islands
never looking back
omit ourselves
posthaste
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