The Waiting Room Of Misanthrophitis

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when iridium fills our veins
          when language won’t intervene and souls are unholy –
          locked in this metastasis
          fear waving its ugly banner,
          America’s skull caught in trepidation
          eagle-eyes plucked as he spirals back to Earth
          in a terrible incranium-of-paranoia. Awaiting antiseptic.