Gods of Inventories

Berthold Auerbach, like a garden gnome
painted face flecked and weather worn
guarding petunias under a Deutschland hedge
like a pet, the regarded female sports anchor
the black friend, the trusted confidant.
The signal to noise, the real injustice
is chained to the impersonal dispensation
of a thousand Protestant Popes, or caste-lisping
Hindus, sapphron sprinkled, in guru poses
dispensing the wisdom of inoculated isolates
the unworshipped gods of inventories.


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