The culprits will not confess. They shall be subjected
to further pain. The organs of sexual pleasure
and reproduction will be tampered with.
Deep fears will be exacerbated. A train
passes. One knows with certainty that all shall be well
if all persist; all that are well. We've been told.
A broken voice repeats its final words,
tongue carved into burning glossolalias,
tuning a radio to broadcast codes of consent,
sliding along the confidence tracks at party time
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