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"Honest Scavengers" by Joe DiMino

Desert is my home—
No scales
A sense of surface
And slither
And coil
To my careful motion—

Hear that rattle?

Not the tip of a tail
But closer to the heart
Excessive heat
Tells me much
About madness
And the barbs of cacti
A civilization reminder
As the shadow
Of an overhead vulture
Why I trust
Honest scavengers
Before politicians

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