"Qui vincit? (medicamina)"
This house could hold more empty seats but the people
who would sit in them were put away long ago.
There is no work here bring out your dead no bodies left
to pass the piss-test, close the factory down.
Everything is not what you read, old colic torques to form
new cancer a different diagnosis to ponder,
collections of atypical things eventually typify something
— backpain, beatings, boredom, parties —