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Luckily, the Vegetables

Mark Fleury

Luckily, the vegetables
Were super-marketed, and after work
I could swim in a crater. Valleyed.

Where I’d learned by being thrown in,
A year before, to the day, milky spring moon water,

When my red hair got me promoted
To chopping up red and green bell peppers,
Inside of an hour after I’d almost
Learned to drown.

Not exactly an office -
The scrap yarded shell of a submarine
Converted into a mobile home -
At least the job was calming
The fire in my eyes.

And I had a view
Of who threw me in the lake
Of sky, instead of the inside of
Their coffins. My enemies -

I found out by watching them
Through the periscope
I’d blown the dust off -
Were my brothers and my sisters
In the sense that we’re all
The children of God.

I saw that their webbed,
In between eyes all formed
Bridges across the chasms
Of each other’s religions.

Red hair is easier
Than flames of rage, so I, along with the parents
Of my shadow, brought out food
For the devils. I knew they were bodied
In my soul, not just because of Blake,
But also that sleeping’s when
I reach #9. A stone’s roll away.
I mean from another place.
The submarine is code for it.

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