THE JAILER

This organ,
this faculty of emotion,
this scarlet thing,
this red dog, dogged, kicked in the butt,
has been an electronic file cut,
ripped, and pasted over many times.

And to the programmer, the jailer unknown,
may it remain, may it reside
with its renown,
as a piece of fiberglass
in your nail’s underside.

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