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blood ink student literary journal

[  summer 2005  ]



jarvis black

Go Under The Radar

they won't let you live
as you are meant to live
they will find ways to change you
to cut out your legs
they can't have you roaming
fenceless and free
as an honest reminder
to the fair mortality
they wish to ignore.
So get in the suit!
Strap on the tie!
do the two point two shuffle
and stop making waves
die as you're expected:
demure and damaged
silent and faking,
a saint to the slaughter
a slaughterhouse saint.

[  summer 2005  ]


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