Poisoned by the creek
The open division
spies and despots in exile
armed guards at the road check posts
a needle held up to the sun
a drop of poison slowly running
Drowsiness will follow
I'll lay down behind a low hedge
Yet there is no place unexposed
And what follows is my disappearance
what follows is a tight windowless room
and a slow death
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